A Grand Welcome

A Grand Welcome short poem

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April ushers the summer here
A period we all fear.
Sweltering heat takes its toll,
Dissuading any, from a stroll.

The streaming rays in the morn,
Heralds a warm dawn,
Another steaming day, I reckon,
As the days beckon.

But lo behold, the dark clouds,
The sun rays it suddenly shrouds,
Forming a veritable canopy
O’er the vast expanse of land and sea.

In a clatter came the rains,
Unable to pierce clogged drains.
Each water logged road,
Is now a sight to behold.

Thro’ the rains I saunter,
With, ne’er a thought to canter.
Comes flooding in the memory,
Of those young days, carefree.

The rains caught me by surprise,
I grasped it in a trice
It sent me in a trance.
A joy it did enhance.

Nature sends you in a thrall
A communion you vividly recall
Etched firmly in the mind
That each passing day find.

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