Each day comes and goes, the calendar never lies

On each month it appears, but with a red signal

The moon seems dull, never has it been bright

 

Nimbus clouds on the sky

The rain is heavy, quite unbearable to be precise

Seems like a tornado, the storm is drowning me

The earthquakes are intense too, what a sleepless night

 

The inner clouds are slowly shedding off

Tearing everything down, its muddy allover

The skies must have been fighting, poor them,

The heavens must have been crying

 

The rainy season is over, so soon I guess

Only four days, and it’s all clear, unbelievable

Feels awesome, putting on light shoes, no gumboots

Till next month, the sky is gay.