Summer of 2024

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