Welcoming The Monsoon Poem by Shankaran Kutty

In summer when in abundant fun
Gently sways the verdant leaves
Squirrels in gay their fears do shun
Run up and down the mango trees
The last of the half eaten pearls do they
Nibble and squabble in ethereal delight
When the sweltering heat of the day gives way
To welcome cheers of soothing night

Faraway the first claps of thunder
Breaks through, so deafeningly loud
Lightning strikes in uncouth anger
In fear the moon hides behind a cloud
Then the first drops of manna fall
As celebrates the sun baked earth
Rain falls as a relief to one and all
Living their lives in a heated hearth

Next day morning broke, the sun
Is shining, from somewhere behind
The dark grey clouds that are like one
Monster, the scariest one can find
Raindrops lines up like a string of pearls
Dancing on each leaf I could see
Little streams, giggling like school girls
Finding their way round the mango tree.

Beneath each log does mushrooms sprout
Like mushrooms, umbrellas of every hue
Come up, but the rains are winning no doubt
The sky has long lost any streak of blue
Wind whistles through the swaying tree
Pregnant with moisture and the smell of earth
Huge waves crash in from the angry sea
Nature is angry, but people are filled with mirth

Somewhere far a lonely bird chirps, school boys
Are running and splashing from puddle to puddle
From neighbouring houses I could hear the voice
Of Mothers, with their children in a wakeup battle
Light streaks through the gaps in a cloud, a rainbow
Lights up the darkened skies in glee
The monsoon is here, it is time to go
To welcome rains, in Gods own Country.