Pitter patter of the rain drops on the window panes,
Here comes the monsoon , here comes the rains..
rain drops, sweet smell of the wet mud and the tea,
the euphoria and the happy cries of children playing in the street
how I wish I was there , with the Joy's abound and discreet ..
wish it rains the apt and the heavens well goes never dry
to see humans never fight and cry
for the scarce and the most essential resource of Life – Water...