A tinge of grey mars the heaven’s azure,
Ushers in soon a merry pitter-patter.
A moment apt for hot coffee or tea,
I am inclined to prefer the latter.
As drizzling clouds lazily drift away,
Awash is the city with colours bright.
A few colourful umbrellas dot the black canopy,
From my window, ’tis a remarkable sight.
Yet as the puddles start to brim up
Some, more busy, begin to resent.
As annoyed traffic clogs the streets,
Blaring horns echo the peacock’s lament.
Choosing footwear is a daunting puzzle,
Shoes soak, and slippers get sticky.
Most plans end up with staying indoors,
‘Coz raincoat or umbrella - that’s a problem tricky.
Yet for the momentary relief from blazing heat,
We await the first drop every year.
For the little joys it brings forth with it,
The discomfort one must bear.
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