Rains!

Bangalore rains Bangalore rains

The drops that pour and cause a pain!

The shilling sound of the wind

Thanking heavens, my apartment is still pinned!

The balcony is dripping and so are my plants

Poor little sweethearts, they got more of than the desired grants! 

My child is forced to play inside

Her hopes to hop on the ground has all, but dried!

The grey clouds and no sigh of light

This is our very disgusting plight!!

Okay, let it be, Lets not give a damn

Mamma and daughter can have some water yam!!

We two can play kitchen kitchen

The weather is cold, lets cook some pepper chicken!

Also, we could play makeup makeup

But for that, my love, you need to first wake up!!

The animals, domestic and wild

Are waiting to play with you, my adorable child!

Mommy have jotted down this half-witted poem

That makes even the clouds get-goin!