Monsoon Poem by Anupama Anpat

The cool drops of rain come down,
and immerse the entire town.
The air smells fresh and new,
like the crisp morning dew.


Children push their paper boats in puddles,
while adults stand under a shed, huddled.
A mother runs into the garden, annoyed,
all her washed laundry is now soiled.


A milkman pushes his water clogged cart,
he hustles to sell his wares in the mart.
A traffic cop comes to clear the passage,
a chaos created by the monsoon barrage.


Some enjoy the rain’s rhythmic beat,
it gives respite from the scorching heat.
Some find an excuse for drinking tea,
and wonder when might the next rain be.


A farmer looks up and thanks the heaven,
with a good crop, he can break even.
I can hear the rain over the tin roof,
it washes away all the wedged soot.


The city looks rinsed and clean,
attired in a cloak so sheen.
A magical effect caused by the rain,
may it shower soon again.