Humid, wet, yet cool and calm,
Hushed as if it's the Lull, before the storm.
Clouds and rain, hiding the moon,
A tiny tinkering tune, a night in June.
Frogs and toads croaking away,
Each little one having its say.
But the loudest is the big goon,
Breaking the silence of a night in June.
From my window, I see people on the road,
Crossing the puddles, with hurried hops.
Any moment, the rain will come,
Drenching the dark night with dazzling drops.
Far in the distance, I can make out the hills,
Though I can't see, I imagine the clouds.
White tufts of fairyland smoke,
Engulfing the hills, like shabby shrouds.
Like a lullaby, the night makes my sleepy,
Tired, spent, I will doze off soon.
Inviting dreams, and more rain,
This silent night of June.
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