Falling Rain

Falling Rain short poem

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A falling raindrop,
Clear as a crystal,
Hang on a leaf,
Till it splashes down.

There’s nothing,
As magical as the rain,
Falling on the hillside,
And rolling down in a chain.

There’s music in the rain,
As they fall down,
A song in each drop,
That comes from its soul.

There is an art in rain,
And colors in the dark clouds,
A light as it thunders,
With  three magical words of the heart.

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Viswas Menon
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@geetha_paniker…..

very impressive….
“A song in each drop,
That comes from its soul.”
wow…so creative a coinage …
yes ..rain is always heart warming…as it brings with it hope …growth and life…

love your poems…looking forward to more …regards

ammu sachariah
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There is music in the rain ………if we listen……………if we enjoy.
I enjoyed each and every word of your poem.

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