PITTER PATTER FALLS THE RAIN...
HERE COMES THE SEASON OF MONSOON,
SHOWERS OF RAIN ALL AROUND,
SHE KISSES THE GROUND,
LIKE MOM KISSING HER DAUGHTER.
THE LIGHT SPRINKLING RAIN,
IS TOTALLY INVISIBLE ,
SHE COMES DOWN SILENTLY,
SHE PLAYS ON THE STREET
AS A FRIEND PLAYING WITH ANOTHER
PITTER PATTAR NOW SHE ARIVES,
DRIZZLING, SLOWLY AND SLOWLY
WHISPERS IN MY EARS,
SHE THEN CALLS US DOWN TO PLAY WITH HER.
HERE IS THE STEADY RAIN KNOCKING AT MY WINDOW,
SHE BRINGS THE COLD WIND ALONG HER
SHE IS NOISY AND PLAYFUL
SHE LOVES TO BUILD PUDDLES ON THE ROAD,
AND WE CHILDREN LOVE TO JUMPN ON THEM.
NOW THE SEASON COMES TO THE END,
BUT PROMISES US TO COME BACK SOON…….
Luluwa Murtaza