Mid-summer it is,
reigned ceaseless sizzling heat.
Miserable life is,
thermoregulation failed to beat.
Frequent load-shedding
coupled with surging consumption.
Cooling systems non- functional, no means to achieve alleviation.
Plants started withering
due to ground water depletion.
Inflorescence fall off;
reduced percentage of pollination.
Lives on earth
were desperate for a shower.
Suddenly heard the
loud roaring of a series of thunder.
Lightening and thunder were
followed by hailstone and rain.
A sigh of relief and respite
pervaded the entire location.
In the following morning
the plants were full of jubilation.
Freshly developed foliage rustled
gently indicating rejuvenation.
Let us express our gratitude
to the divine invisible creator.
His power plays are much
beyond our imagination for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem