It is raining
It is raining
I capture the moment
by watching
winds are chasing
the rain rains on.
It brambles
It dances
This orchestra is alive
When it stops
in no way
some distant rain starts again.
Everything chirpy goes into hiding
all the honey down the drain.
Someone maybe crying because of the rain
rejoice with the rain
endure life's pain.
The rain is nature's, your treasure
I heard some singing
rejoice!
rejoice!
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