Potholed road full busload, rumble cloud rain,
Hole in sky angers fly, groan they all in pain,
Flooded way joy at bay, no relief respite,
Begged it rain summer’s pain, scorching day and night,
You prayed it god brought it, the monsoon’s delight,
Don’t grumble slip tumble, curse it as a plight.
Ha! Ha! Well expressed...the annual ritual. The heat kills & we feverishly pray for rain. The rain adds to our woes with potholed roads. An unending cycle...Thanks for the share.
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In the scorching heat, we all prayed for rain! Rain fell first as a delight, then a deluge Now hundreds are left without a refuge And we helplessly moan and groan! In very few words our delight and plight at the break of monsoon, beautifully expressed!