Rainy days

Come July, bring us water,
Says the father, says the daughter.
Bring rain, oh Lord Indra.
I'm responsible for growing crops,
And also for people's food and fodder.

People long for a rainy day,
One which brings joy and pleasure
But when water logging takes place,
Everyone's mind is on fire.

Over flooding and all that mess,
Makes children sometimes late for tests.
Frogs hop and moths wander,
Earthworms look for motherly shelter.

But all ends up in the night.
With the shining dew on the window pane by your side!