I Watch The Monsoon Clouds

I watch the monsoon clouds Coming closer to my land to Alight as rain with a soft sound; To mingle with rivers and streams To fill the fields and valleys and to Roll down rooftops to soak the ground. I watch the monsoon clouds Gathering over my land in slow Paces bearing inside them much rain; To look dark through day and night To fill the air with sweet musical notes To go on dancing along valley and plain. I watch the monsoon clouds Flying over the grove towards A land never to return and pour; To leave my land dry and parched To drive animals homewards at noon To make life miserable with burning floor.