The Rain

The Rain short poem

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You had an aura of mystery that captivated my heart,
Even in my sleep I was allured, indicating your start.
Whether it’s the water droplets or ice or snowballs,
All bring an immense pleasure, when water falls.

Oh Rain!! You prompt the dead to live and relive,
You prompt the despairing to hope and believe.
You urge the withered plants to arouse and spring,
You urge the parched throat to fetch water and drink.

You give people comfort during hot summers,
When the burning sun blazes and shimmers.
But you may cause a huge disaster,
When water floods indundate the mighty river.

The mind too rejoices and cultivates beautiful thoughts,
Love and happiness arouses in it of all sorts.
The life seems like an amazing blessing,
You are a messenger of the nature-that it’s calling.

You are a perfect gift of the natural environment,
Death becomes life- this is your commitment.
You are the most enigmatic and remarkable creation of the Almighty,
How can mere drops of water bring about a revolution, still remains a mystery.

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Indeed! Such a blissful happiness is this rain…Welcome to Monsoons!

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