The angry sun slapes the water,
Sadness turns him into the vapour.
Broken heart fly so high,
Then he settles up in sky.
He meets his friend from far away town,
Then he starts to miss his own.
Down he comes with lots of pain,
Stupid people call him RAIN.
YOU ARE READING
The Rain
PoetryThis is my first attempt to write up a poem.. It tells the tail of how rain is created in an artistic way.. Hope you guys will enjoy it.... Please do like n comment if you guys like it...
