Rain rain come again,
Do not give us more pain.
The earth is parched, the rivers are dry,
Your absence makes many of us cry.
The wrinkled farmer, keeps looking at the sky,
Waiting like the lonely prayer, for you to come by.
The tired laborer, wipes off his sweat,
Looking at the sky to come and make him wet.
The exhausted couple, are waiting for you,
So that you come down and rekindle the magic new.
A lot many prayers are going up to the crown,
To massage your ego and bring you down.
We may complain, we may whine.
But are actually worried, when you do not show any sign.
It is through you that the dry turns to green,
It is through you that this earth turns so preen.
It is through you that a tea with the wife gets its taste,
It is through you that the sullen moments of life turn to their best.
We miss wading through the flooded roads,
We miss the croaking of the toads.
We miss splashing through the filled potholes,
We miss munching the fries cooked over the coals.
We miss the drops and showers of joy,
We miss your magical ploy.
Rain, rain come our way,
Little Jhonny, in your magical showers, wants to play !