It drizzles,
Rusty clouds in the blue,
Raindrops talk from inside,
They stop, again fall after a gap,
Distinct September,
Weather counts spin
Over change of a season
Upon the earth.
Paddy crops planted
Thieved in green to green web,
Saplings are swinging in wind,
To grow in fulfillment,
And it is dream to farmers,
A favored bet for returns,
Green is sweet to all population,
Giving protection to living sensation.
