In the damp unmoving air,

All the trees are standing there,

With the sun’s unending drill,

Killing plants with its brutal will,

The jungle pale with tan dead moss 

The twisting trees mourning the loss

Of their once green leaves and life

The jungle stands withered with strife

Then, like a hero, a dark cloud forms

It sprinkles at first but grows and storms

Rainy Season is here and the mangoes fall

And bugs and birds release their call

A wonderful world of puddles and rain

Light-red mud flows in the dusty lain

Dark strong branches grow and bloom

On and on the gray clouds loom

From the earth the green grass springs 

As the persisting insect rings,

Rainy season pours down and down 

Bringing life to this small town.