Wet and muddy, each step taken we have to be wary,
A slip of the leg and a fall on the bum,
We don't want broken bones, everytime we hum,
Umbrellas and rains,
Such a pain, with only gloom to gain,
I prefer the angry months of April and May,
When the gorgeous heat comes out to play,
Lots of swimming,
A whole lot of winning,
I'm a Chennai girl through and through,
The rain just makes me feel blue.
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