We can't be excited at
a few raindrops of the day,
coz the very next morning
the Sun turns to be hot tempered
and soars its temperature
to bake our metro in the ovens.
Or is it a hide and seek game
between the sun rays and
the raindrops in the metro city?
Two small birds dropped this
note at my door, and flew away!
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