Pitter patter of the rain,
Falling dry leaves carpet the lane,
A welcome chill in the blowing breeze,
Brush against my cheeks as if to tease,
Oh just the perfect way,
To end my lazy Sunday,

I like this pace,
Eased out with ample space,
I don’t like the mad race,
The hustle bustle and the chase,

But don’t get me wrong,
It’s the city where I belong,
I like the amenities here,
Just that the mad crowds should disappear,
Then there would be no rush,
And at leisure you could at goodies (both natural and man-made) gush!