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Gracious Nature

Blessing of First Rain.

By Rahul TailorPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Sitting on an elderly chair,under matured rooftop,

I observed sprint between clouds and birds,

Chirpy birds leading darken clouds,

Suddenly clouds are ahead leaving birds cry,

Who will win the race becomes interesting?

Clouds instantly becoming gloomy and fastened,

Birds losing the race,while clouds escaping,

Rainstorms leading to dense air causing birds to descend,

Pearl like rain drop floating like an ocean on my face….

It is the first rain of the year which I embraced,

My blushing face and twinkling eyes indicating my delightful thoughts,

Tear in eyes,laughter on face,

Withdraw my stess,tension and anxiety.

Rain become blessing for me,

Blessing without any cost,free to all,

Smell of soil in my nostrils feels like an expensive scent,

Never seen donor like nature offering food,shelter to all the creatures,

Ofcourse free to all,without any discrimination.

Extreme thoughts coming in my intellect,

Opening chambers of my mind,

Sound of rain helps me think more deeper.

Wind chimes rolling with the buzzy wind,

Beautiful trees dancing merrily,

Someone capturing the rain to remember the day,

The pitter patter droplets tapping the windows to move lightly and deliberately inside,

Rain is over birds ascending altitude.

Sun’s first ray after rain,makes me cheerful,

Butterflies flying after rain seems like an angel

I think I’m in heaven without dying,

Book in one hand,coffee in other,

Maybe small thing still,bestest feeling of the year,

Sun is getting down,stars are visible now,

Apart from sky,waiting for moonlight,

Glimpse of past,make me cry,

Fantasy of future,make me excite,

Why moon is late,can’t wait to see his first light,

Want to enjoy the starry night,

Forgetting dull past and anticipated of bright future,

Netflix,social media may be fun,still cannot beat this,

It feels like I’m on the top of the world,

Still feets on the ground,

With me and only me,with book,with rain,with angels,

Race starts again,birds winning the race,

Seriously rain is grace let us praise,

Watching first rain of year is still the greatest feeling.

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About the Creator

Rahul Tailor

Just love to write something.

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