The Summer Is Gone Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Now that the summer is gone
It is time for the rain
To splash across the landscape
Singing a sweet refrain

Now that the summer is gone
It is time for the stream
To swell with rainwater and
And flow like a dream

Now that the summer is gone
It is time for the folks
To go to their fields with cattle
Carts, spades and yokes

Now that the summer is gone
It is a relief from the heats
There will be clouds in the sky
And water in the streets

Now that the summer is gone
Earth is draped in green
Rain makes grasses and trees
To bow down and shine