Summer terrible,
the season so abominable
that raises my temper
whenever it arrives
The sun at boiling best
raising the temperature at its worst
drying the river beds,
making me wish
for the cool evening breeze
The clouds are the gifts
of the God Almighty.
Tiny drops , not very large
are blessings to life
pining for even tempest
to cool it's burning heart.
Hot soups burn tongues
though tasty and delicious
don't relish our taste buds,
while the chilled milkshake
relieves my soul.
Trees are best friends
that protect me
from blazing heat,
though they are dwindling
year after year
Oh the mighty rain gods,
shower your blessings,
drive away summer
and hide the sun
with your fluffy clouds
