The Rains Are Here

After a long summer the rains are here The office goer is carrying an umbrella Clothes on the drying line remain damp and wet Long after the hidden sun has set The overcast sky casts a grey light Adding to the homeward-bound commuters' plight It is a pitter-patter all day long The teenager stays indoors and plays ping pong The city's woes can be farmer's delight The little boy sees the paper boat glide The water level in the rice fields rise The ripples reflect clouds moving in the sky. The rainy season is a blessing in disguise Being critical of rain is not for the wise By and large we are forgetful of seasons Chasing material things is the only reason.