The sulking weather
The beaming heat
Is moving further with agni nakshatram;
For more than 2 weeks

The thirsty birds, the non-stop air-conditions
To beat up with this summer’s heat.
The empty talks in the sky
Leaves dry roads and the muddy leafs.
And has caused a man into 
A lazy lame junk of cheese

The abrupt wickedness of the sky
Pointing to the agni nakshatram’s end.
The fixity winds and the banging doors
With a mist of mud in a more adept mode
Oh here comes the 1st rain
A relief for the thirst quenching birds unanticipated.

The 1st rain thru the summers
Inducing Chennai’s wry path moisture
A Goddess on its own
A hope to get out of home

The pickled landscape and sense of mud
Reminds me of the lovely days in my past;
Drenching up the terrace and dancing with joy.
Shouting out loud without hesitating
And then be shouted at with giggles

Here comes my first rain of summer,
The dearest for all the hummers.