The rains: The welcome, welcome rains
( Like restless sperms, to the virgin wombs)
Are rushing through the city’s narrow lanes;
And seeping into empty catacombs

Of Earth and quenching, unquenchable thirsts.
The hibernating Earth into bursts
Of matchless color schemes and succor.
Is what the rains provide, when extant,

To every blade of grass, grain of mud.
The suffocating heat, in an instant,
When mixed with rains, makes the bushes bud.
the nemesis of the earthly woes and banes,

The rains; the welcome, welcome rains.
The rains: The welcome, welcome rains