Pitter patter, Pitter patter, Pitter patter

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat

Drip-drop, Drip-drop, Drip-drop


It’s raining!

The day before, yesterday and today

Spring rain turned to summer

It crossed autumn over and now

into the bleak midwinter


How much anger is ever stored in heaven?

Is that much giving vent to it’s resentment against this land?

It washed out last year amply

And is still carrying out in the middle of January

 

 
Yet, rainy season in geographical features

And, there should be natural cause of it

Why is it so incessant throughout four seasons?

If only I could carve the chunk out of shrouded dark clouds

To let a chink of sun ray hang down over me