The Rains are here

 

Here to lash out
Her age old temper.
Here to vent
With the fury of five months.
Here to thunder and shout
And drench all in her path.
Here to bless and bring life
To distant parched lands.
Here to relax and bring cool
From the scorching summer sun.
If you must cross her path,
Which you will,
Get protection,
For she is no respecter of persons,
Be warned,
The rains are here!