A sound that makes heart flutter,
That's the melody of the rain's splatter.
The plush green terrains, winning over yellow,
Dancing behind the clouds, lay the sun amber and mellow.
His rays pierce through,
Like a golden portion you brew.
They adorned the skies like a crown,
Wiping away your frown.
Then glides the magical fragrance of the mud,
With the alchemy of the blooming bud.
Boys with dirty t-shirts, yelling 'GOAL!!'
Their far away voices reverberating through the soul.
In a graceful arc, the heaven smiles,
The beauty of seven colours spreading over miles.
People running around, surprised by the first showers.
And amused by the drizzle, are the pretty flowers.
The receding rains, leave all below rust!
Yet there is sparkle in the air, like dispersing pixie dust.
Finally the last little droplet drips by,
Mirroring your joy, letting it magnify!
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Often, What I Have Felt...
PoetryHow often is it that you have felt beautiful things and fell short of words to express those? Things that have got tears to your eyes of both joy and despair... All along life surprises us, saddens us and makes us happy through innumerable ways. ...
