All these things remind ,
Streaks of lightning, roaring winds ,
Overcast sky , clapping of thunder,
Communicate no wonder !
Pitter patter rain is on the way.
Happily, the trees sway,
Rain comes night and day,
Making us gay.
Heavy rains bring down
Lost balls and shuttles hung up on the trees,
In a way that they don't know
And we reown what we owe.
Filling rivers lakes and puddles with water,
Increasing the level of ground water
Helps in restoring water
For all the globe trotters.
D.P.S Kashi, Varanasi