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I looked out my window,
and then I saw it—
dense, dark clouds,
a signal of the coming rain.
Petrichor fills the air
as clouds rumble.
The rain is apathetic,
caring not for your plans,
giving no warning—
it arrives like a thief in the night,
with the dominance of a lion.
The bane of event planners,
the joy of farmers.
O' rain,
how wonderful you are.
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Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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love that your descriptions are so different and vivid. Great Poem!
What a wonderful poem! It makes an impression!✨
Lovely!
Wow! This is beautifully written in just a few lines. "The bane of event planners, the joy of farmers." What a contrast! Indeed, rain can be a wonderful blessing for some, while a terrible nuisance for others. You did an excellent job capturing the nature of rain. Well done!