Rains...A Gift From God

Dear Diary,
Rains have come to shower blessing on us and awaken the earth and my poet instincts. This poem is for the most awaited, most loved, most patiently accepted seasons of all – MONSOON. And I have written this in the most dreaded, most avoided, most skilfully escaped places of all – classes.

Life dies in disdain
When there is no rain.
Mother Nature bawls a violent cry
When the Earth is fully dry;
Rains come like a gift from God,
That urban pleasures can't afford.
Life dies in disdain
When there is no rain.

PS: haan, haan i know it's boring and short but trust me, I wanna pour my heart out but cannot.. :'(
i suffer from #Studysomnia -.-" :'( so pls understand my troubles and sympathise ;)