Monsoon Dance

Clouds have already started drumming, Sky is aglow with crimson light; Strands of rain drops hang in the air, Making the most magnificent sight; Please leave your smoky den, Come out; let us dance in the rain. Frogs are croaking in the puddles, beating Water with their tiny paws; Agile worms writhe out of holes, upon Swinging grass they cautiously lodge; Please leave your smoky den, In the rain, let us play like children. Trees are swinging round and round, Shaking buds from the fronds; Shaking rain from their bodies, with Sticky hooves cattle run down the mounds; Please leave your smoky den, Hold the face up and get lashed by rain. Droplets run down from tip of leaves, Getting soaked, petals droop low; With clouds changing colours from brown To dark, the sky displays a majestic show; Please leave your smoky den, Hand in hand, come, dance in monsoon rain. Cool drops slide down the face, From chin they fall in twisting rills; Applause from the valley fills the air, As flitting clouds smash against stoic hills; Please come out from your musty den, Let us play, sing and dance in monsoon rain.