Rain In Summer Poem by lalitha iyer

I wish
a Rain would come
yes, the heat is killing
and I am stroked by fatigue
oh, the first rain
with drops of love
just to lick my heat
off the body of lust
to fill with coolness
strawing away
with passion the sinking hotness
oh, what a sight
of grey clouds like breasts of milk
aching to pour
what a beauty
it is about to rain
let us dance and play
the dust will be wet
earth crust set
for the new seed
new sprout to shoot
cheering hearts with bouts.