Moist and wet
This beauty never before seen
With cool air set
Balmy & breezy all around
Scorching sun not to be found
Walking hand in hand, splashing
water
Prying gaze at us does not
matter
Pitter patter sound of rain
drops
Drenched is the field full of crops
Drenched is the field full of crops
Paper boats sailing in the
stream
Shades of green seems to be the
theme
Oh the joy of monsoon