Madras Summer

Mangoes are edging out the melons
Fresh Juice screams the banner..
Sun beams speckle my wall
Wryly she carries the load
On her muscled shoulder..
He wipes his brow!
Droplets down my spine
Parched earth steams
Not a wisp of cloud
Red ants poke around
A lone lizard hides
Cobwebs stand still
Droplets drench me...