Oh rainy season, in the month of March,
Thou bringeth life, to every parched arch.
With each droplet, a symphony of sound,
Thou bringeth joy, to all around.
The earth awakens, from its winter sleep,
As raindrops fall, and the soil doth weep.
The trees and flowers, raise their head,
As they drink in, thy life-giving spread.
The birds sing out, in sweet refrain,
As they dance in the rain, without any disdain.
And all around, the world is alive,
With the glory of nature, that we should thrive.
The streams and rivers, come to life,
As they flow with grace, and without any strife.
The waterfalls, glisten in the light,
A breathtaking sight, in every sight.
Oh rainy season, in the month of March,
Thou bringeth blessings, that forever last.
A time of renewal, and of rebirth,
Thou fill our hearts, with endless mirth.
So let us embrace, thy gift of rain,
And feel its power, in every vein.
For it is a time, of joy and love,
A gift from above, that we should always treasure thereof
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem