The hot rain

The season was of monsoon
The rain was coming soon
The plants and flowers are beutiful
I wore my warm clothes because it was cool
And very happily rain comes
The plants and animals were happyagain
I asked my " can I go?"
But mymothersaid " no means no"
And Sadly I went to window
I saw the rain was not very low
I ran fast to the door
And saw magic outside the door.
Oh! I saw the rain very hot
And now I must enjoy a lot.
It was like my bathing water
But btime for enjoyment was too shorter
Because my mother came and shouted in my ear
That get up its 8 o` clock my dear
This dream I could not forget for a year.
This dream should come true.
Oh! GOD can I expect from you?