Sometimes rain in summer’s heat,
Sometimes heat in rain’s retreat.
Half-summer, half-winter’s sway,
Incomplete rain, an uncertain day.
Sweat drips in the day, blankets at night,
This weather’s gone awry, beyond all sight.
What to call it, summer or winter’s chill?
Or is it monsoon’s arrival still?
Earlier, seasons had their distinct flair,
Summer was hot, winter cold, and rain was gentle.
But now, the weather’s lost its lovely pace,
Unpredictable, now started restless chase.
Tell me, dear weather, what’s your plight?
Why do you change so suddenly, without a fight?
Tell us, dear weather, what’s thy drift?
You said, “You all...” with a gentle lift