Composed by Aaliya Sekhsaria, a 11-year-old student

A blessing from heaven
A gift from the gods
When warriors do see it
They put down their swords

An ancient magic
A mysterious power
Able to reach the deepest well
And touch the highest tower

A faultless melody
With forceful light
Shimmering and clashing
With a power so bright

An unforgettable smell
With a gentle graze
A different land:
You’ll see the world with a dazzling new blaze

A glimpse of new creatures
You never saw before
You’ll see them now
Just open the door

If you’re lucky you’ll see
Colour splashed across the sky
I run to try and catch it
But I find it’s much to high

This beauty can destroy
Anything she pleases
Dangerous and cunning
Though she usually just teases

Guess who she is
Come on, it’s not that hard
I gave you clues to answer
This doesn’t take a bard

She moists the grass
And unlocks your moral sense
She makes a loud rumbling noise
To announce her presence

Some call her “Brishti”
Others say “Varsad”
They call her “Rain”
Or just “Varsha”

But I think she is:

A blessing from heaven
A gift from the gods
The creator of a new world
One who satisfies all