The Summer Retreat

Waiting…

The chills are fading, the sunny birds chirping
The lazy mornings vain, as the Sun takes the claim

Come summer and bloom those special flowers
Scorching burns and dollops of evening fun

For softies, Sodas, and Sundaes you would run
As the night streets are filled with you and fun

The mangoes, the melons and the cottons
The golden harvest flows in patterns

The bright Sun leaves nothing untouched
As you tan, wanting the first shower as much

Sure the showers are to follow
But there is nothing like the summer burrow.

Waiting for the summer retreat.

Rain - U Left us wry !

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It was hot to scorch; the souls were all torched

It was dry to the core, no fun in any chore

The sun shone bright, it was a sad plight.


But the black cloud finally flew, felt like a dream come true;

The winds blew past; suddenly the sky was black all fast

A few cracklings of thunder, the horizon sprang in its splendor.

There came the rains glistening, the merry bells did start ringing;

Drops on every starved inch, new greens blossomed from zilch;

Everything bore a cleaned look; Fun, Love and Hot foods to cook;


Few weeks have passed; the sky still seems so over cast,

Insects have us on their radar; potholes and flu are fully on offer.

Umbrellas have become the norm, waiting for end of this storm;

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Rains - Go away, let the cottons dry; the wetness has left us all wry.