It Is Nature Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is raining
With no sign of stopping
It was treacherous this before
The heat waves had made us all sore

I stood near window
The rain was getting slow
It had turned into cool weather
We all heaved a sigh of relief everywhere

Nature has its own cycle
Not intending to push us in trouble
Many factors play to our woe
Yet we move with the word" go"

The weather has remained unpredictable
Making us more to struggle
Sometimes it results into heavy rainfall
And sometimes with worrisome shortfall

It is nature
We can not be sure
Yet we pray for smooth change over
Fro autumn to spring with nice cover