The sweet smell of petrichor,
promises of a cool shower
like waves on a scalding shore.
We await the rains
to kill the dour weather
As clouds rumble and thunder
we mutter a fervent prayer..
It's been too long,
the summer severe and strong
The mind is griped by guilt,
we have done many a wrong
As if in answer, fuelling more despair
the skies switch gear
reject our pleas for a downpour
Should we begin the blame game,
or brush it off as an odd affair?
High time we do our bit
Instead of erecting concrete
sow a seed in every pit
nurture every creature
to save Mother Nature
Build cities but with care
Our soil, our lakes, our rivers
are drivers of our fate
Let's wake up before it's too late
