Come monsoon soon with your lovely politics Summer is now a dictator that must face defeat Heat has snatched our glow Skin turns melanin pro Rain once a day is enough To calm and cool this burning kingdom We are dying for your dark cloud spell And the aroma of your divine touch to the dry soil is so swell If you are late and held hostage by the Olympians on the Mount Olympus We will rebel Against the Zeus and co And will free you to save us.