Waiting for the Rain

Parched Earth is craving,

waiting for monsoon rain.

Hot loo winds are blowing

oozing sweat like a drain.

 

Schools of fish in dried-up lakes

are beginning to feel the strain.

Flocks of birds flying in the hot sun

are beginning to feel the pain.

 

Looking at scanty grasslands,

hordes of animals complain.

The sun goes below the horizon

and the moon takes up the rein.

 

All eyes are on the moon in the sky

and they pray for some hope again.

He pulls up tides creates storms,

and blesses the souls to sustain.

 

There is this hopeful feeling

that I really can't explain.

I keep looking up for you,

I know, it's not in vain.

 

Like the moon’s blessings,

you too shall come like the rain.

No, I’m not a hopeless romantic,

I am just trying to entertain.