Peeping out of the window, I see the summer creep in,

Hills now brown, that once were lush green,

Mountains laid bare, now I see them scarred,

With the paths that the gushing waters upon them have carved,

What was beautiful n pleasant not so long ago,

Seems desolate n barren, makes you wonder how so,

I shut my eyes, this doesn't seem right,

My lush green mountains, were my favourite sight,

In my mind I take refuge in the dreams of a memory,

Till such a time, when the rains have restored their splendorous glory...