Rain In The Summer Poem by Thavaseelan Gopinathan

The scourging heat blinds my eye,
Soaked I am in my own salty dye.
I walk through a steak House door,
Charred red hot beneath, is the floor.

Breeze would be a fantasy day dream,
for leaves, would the trees scream.
A sea would take to quench my thirst,
Oh god, fill my banks with water first.

Life giver may the mighty sun,
Dispeller of ignorance may be the light.
What I yearn for in the deadly summer,
Is a blessing of the, black clouds shower.