It rains in June

The air was redolent

Of the pleasant memories;

The sky was singing

Its favourite tune

Of the season

The baby smiles

Its sweetest best

Bidding a promise

That dear rain

Was not far

And would soon arrive

If we all wait

With hope;

And when it’s time

He’d shower us

With fresher love

Beckoning the young

And the old

To dance to its touch.