The Rain

The Rain short poem

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When the clouds frown,
She drips down.
She’s the battle’s victory
Of the massive maddened clouds
Fought to rub out the dearth.
She fills the world,
With the bliss of cool breeze,
the sorrows end.
with her mild blow,
the withered things glow….
She’s given a regal
Welcome by the bands of thunder
and slices of lightning wonder.
When she drops,
Happiness pops.
She carries away,
The sorrows of shrunken minds,
And drops presents
of different kinds.
Her grand entry,
Creates expectations…
Her elegant presence,
Fulfills them,
And her silent exit
Makes everyone await

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J.rid
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I enjoyed your slant on rain very much.

Shamala Chandran
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Rain, Rain come everyday and fill us with joy. The rain is always welcome as it leaves us with wonderful feeling.

Ajin
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A pleasant poem, liberating rain……….i liked it!

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