Potholes.

With great hopes there a road formed The people rejoiced in such happiness With great expectation it blacktopped A convenient journey they enjoyed. Then came the rainy season, heavy downpour After a spell of days road was in potholes Days after those became ponds in sizes The Bus traffic closed, Light vehicles objected. Then came the summer, the heavy drought The road was full of dust, difficulty to walk The people objected, the road got closed Now the people are happiest, they can walk. Where it became faulty, the people don't know.