To children it brings joy,
When the paper boat is a toy.
To players, it brings a cry,
‘How to play, if the court isn't dry?'
To the vendor, it brings a test,
How to protect his goods at the best.
To a man in love, it brings an opportunity,
Of sharing an umbrella with his affinity.
To the students in school, it brings hope,
Teacher's absence, they won't have to cope.
To mothers it brings concern, and they brood:
‘The clothes aren't dry and the rancidity in food’.
A rain in the Sun is like ice on the burn,
The same in winter damps the timber.
Sometimes a pray for and sometimes a pray
after,
Sometimes a boon and sometimes a disaster.
