Self Talk In Rain

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Today again when the rain fall,
an idea passes through my mind,
Should I call a cloud to share?
To tell him all,
about the miseries of my people,
I will tell it to see,
the children are sad here,
Older one's are worried,
men and women are in pain,
I will tell it to feel,
the poors are suffering here,
Troubles, tention and worries are walking everywhere,
Then may be,
May be!!
It will understand,
My pleading,
And will thunder as loud shout,
with a streak of lightening will smile,
And,
shower like a blessing.

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