April Rain

April Rain short poem

Welcome overcast sky
from incessant heat

Drizzle gently falling
on freshly wet street

Feel is overwhelming
for indolence to set

With drop in mercury
and in rain to get wet

Odd for time of year
coming event it tells

Rains not lot farther
quelling of arid spells

Sprung as a surprise
catching all unaware

Speeding all measures
and tiles on roof repair

Trees washed afresh
of old residual grime

To stand tall yet again
with reinstated prime

Precursor to impending
bucketing times ahead

Fury of the monsoons
that all seem to dread

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Simple and soothing your verse, just like the April Rain @sunny-chopra

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