Raindrops dance upon the earth,
Nature's symphony of rebirth.
Softly they fall from cloudy skies,
Melodies whispered as they arise.
Pitter-patter on rooftops they play,
A rhythmic chorus, come what may.
Cleansing the world with every drop,
Reviving nature from its slumber, nonstop.
Splashing on leaves, a gentle kiss,
Quenching the thirst, they never miss.
Misty veils hide the distant lands,
As rain caresses the desert sands.
Umbrellas open, children rejoice,
Jumping in puddles with a playful voice.
Rainbows painted across the gray,
Promising hope in a vivid display.
Oh, rain, you enchanting guest,
Bringing solace, calming unrest.
A hundred words can't truly express,
The beauty you hold, rain's gentle caress.
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Shilpa Rawade
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