Clouds play the trick on the urban sky,
Cocooning the sun and carpeting the heavens.
Then begins the monsoon showers,
The thirsty brown dust gulps in vapour,
Yielding a sweet, cool aroma,
So deep in a potter’s art,
Almost forgotten in the city life,
Greeting and gushing new feelings in me,
Its melody, high and low,
Drain out the city’s cacophony.
Game ends as the clouds melt down,
Unveiling the bathed sun’s gown!