Naughty Rain

Naughty Rain short poem

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Drip drop rain drumming on the ground,
With scented smell from the soil and appealing sound.
Sprouts the sensation of love in the core of heart,
Deepens the feeling of solitude, as she is apart.

Floating black clouds with flickering light,
Bring thrills in the shadow of darkness of night.
Flash of lightning blazing forth in this stormy rain,
She must be feeling frightened with lot of strain.

Cool breeze, dripping tree and showery sight,
Create the scenario of romance in the rainy twilight.
How life alone will sustain in this stormy gale,
Only God can help to convey her my untold tales.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Saga of Romance

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