Magical Rain

Magical Rain short poem

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Rain in cooling swathes of water
Drenches the grass a shining wet
Canopies of leaves dripping at every corner
A parade of umbrellas, their owners in a fret

Sweet respite from endless hot days
Without a shadow of a breeze
Vapor from heated roads leaves one in a daze
Dreams of a cool dip in the pool puts one at ease

Rain brings out delightful emotions
Romance, poetry, sound of violins
While sipping hot coffee like a love potion
As the sweet song of pattering raindrops begins

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From young, I have a love for the English Language and have been a voracious reader of novels, getting my fill from the British Council and later at the U.S.I.S. Clearly the writing style of UK and American authors is different.It is only about three years ago that I ventured into the world of poetry, and starting to pen my own poems. I find it gratifying and fulfilling to have an opportunity to put my thoughts, feelings and emotions into poems and haiku.
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Preeti
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With the rains nearing, this poem seems just too apt:) Beautiful words!

S_Patnaik
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Loved the poem and the precise distinction between two seasons.

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