When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone Clouds start their move with a scurry As if to attend to some urgent work Taking their move as a harbinger, Birds and animals reset their homes And preserve foods in secret stores Get ready, the farmers, with ploughs and processed seeds Men take out their umbrellas from lofts. Mothers wait eagerly for children’s comeback from school. Children look like heavy weight champions with waterproof jackets. Youth rush to restaurants to relish hot and yummy savouries. The poor old men try to patch up their thatched huts. Villagers offer reverence to gods for good rain A huge locomotion everywhere Pitter-patter rain drops Come down with flashes and splashes. Placed: 1st