The clouds are still grey and dark,
and all is bathed by monsoon gloom.
Though life is thriving and greenery stark
an air of bored impatience looms.
All is bathed by monsoon gloom;
Rain was once a welcome visitor.
But an air of bored impatience looms:
Nature has had enough of her!
Rain was once a welcome visitor.
Now her musty presence is liked by none:
Nature has had enough of her!
All what she wants is a bit of Sun.