Monsoons – Beauty with the Beast [POEM]

monsoon winds in Kerala
Written by Satya

Who doesn’t love monsoons, the pitter-patter of raindrops, the smell of wet earth, the green of the washed foliage. But for the city-dweller, monsoons bring a horde of problems as well. Here’s a light-hearted poem about what monsoons mean for the inhabitants of concrete jungles.


Monsoon has come for this year and brought along a sweet scent in the air. But not without tagging along its own troubles. If I have to say Rain Rain go away, Come again another day…..here is how I wish to say:

A beautiful day,

with a pleasant breeze

Turned cold,

and made us freeze

monsoons in india 

The bright sunshine,

swarmed by clouds

Sudden rain lashed,

with thunder aloud

The days’ work done,

had to return home

Oh this rain again,

like in Lome*


Helped ourselves,

managed a cab

Settled down

and began to dab


Good God,

we decided to go

As for the rain,

no stop in its flow


Felt the wind,

gush through my face

And saw people,

all in the race


Sung all through,

though harsh and bold

Just to keep us,

off the cold


We hurried,

as the rain lashed

Though, on other walkers,

water we splashed


What a relief,

when we reached

Rushed indoors,

the sooner the cab screeched


Prayed to the lord,

when I am back home

That tomorrow,

shouldn’t be the same

* Lome is a place Located on the Gulf of Guinea which has two rainy seasons.
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