Sonnet: The Summer Rain Will Come Again

The scorching summer sun is at its peak; The fields are parched and wear just drought-hit looks; With water-table down, most lips are dry; The birds have gone away to water seek; Some bramble bushes dot the beds of brooks; The air is hot and cloudless stays the sky! This is the story of mid-summer time; All pray whole-heartedly and do good deeds; They drill bore-wells in beds of rivers, lakes! The eyes and hearts of men yearn for good clime; How do you cater to one’s water needs? Has God abandoned man for his mistakes? In God’s planned time, the rain will come again; But let no man anytime ev’r complain!