At last the rains fall
But not the time when we call
It was the time to go home
Out in the streets we got drenched and did soak
Muddy roads, water logging street
Mosquito breed
Dirt everywhere
This is really unfair
We seek the rains when the heat is soaring
Or else life become boring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rain comes at its own will.and when it does you have to endure the pains and discomforts it brings.