To the tunes of the monsoon breeze,
Dance the lush green trees.
The water drops fall on their leaves,
Washing away their worries.
I fancy that these raindrops can talk,
For they can call the peacock,
And get his majesty to spread his wings,
Ah such magnificent things!
Before meeting her lover that heaven sent,
The earth puts on a lovely scent.
So just before the water hits the ground,
A lovely fragrance is around.
Those dark clouds play with flashy lightning,
Unaware that thunder’s frightening.
Thunderous applause what a fun game of tennis!
Below, my city turns into Venice.