RAIN

The pouring rain,

It’s a boon, it’s a bane

The flood knocks or the drought goes,

It’s all nature’s plan

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But I am happy to feel the rain,

Controlling the rain is not in my hand

Why stress over what it might bring

When I can sit by the window & glance

The pouring rain

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The cold breeze caressing my skin,

Make me go away from yellow to pink

Blushing blushing the little princess,

Feeling the breeze every inches

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I run outside, and sail my paper boat,

Nostalgic memories & innocence floats

I feel happy, dripple & drizzle

I don’t want it to go away

But I let it go away,

To another land

Where another man can be happy

To see the rain !!