The long-awaited rain arrives,
Knocking softly on doors and windows, Carried by playful winds
Beneath dark, heavy clouds.
It falls upon the farmer's dusty fields,
Bringing hope of a golden harvest,
Lighting smiles on weary faces
And renewing faith in God above.
The sound runs across the rooftops,
A gentle rhythm of joy,
Lulling the night into peaceful sleep
With its tender music.
The thirsty city breathes again,
Fresh air washing through the streets,
And the scent of wet earth rises Sweet,
muddy perfume of life.
Children laugh and dance in puddles, Happiness shining in their eyes.
I pray for this kind rain to come The giver of life, not the destroyer !!
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Author:
Gaurav Sharma (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2026 11:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Stay tuned & stay healthy
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Comments2
What to some is a storm to others is but god given grace. A lovely poem of mud turned to joy
Thank you soo much 🫶
Your word really appreciate & encourage me to work further
Please do you are most welcome
Waiting for a bloke? Revise title spelling and then delete this if unintended.
Thank you soo much 🫶
Your word really appreciate & encourage me to work further with correction
Thanks for taking it in the spirit it was intended. Were you unable to change the title and delete my above?
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