Beholding the silver downpour is such a nice feeling,
Filling me with great joy, sitting near the window pane;
Peering at the showering sky is really appealing,
Insisting a young poet to pen down the beauty of the rain.
The heaven, to me seems to have lowered down.
It is a wonderful sight to gape,
At the droplets striking the thirsty ground'
Quenching the the soil and moulding into a new shape.
The voice of the rain casts magical spells,
Transforming it into a fantasy art,
Where the one above us sings and also tells,
Creating crests and troughs in the ocean of my heart...
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Author:
versifier (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Beautiful tribute to those delightful downpours! I began imagining some that I have loved. Thanks for immortalizing it in a poem.
thank you!:))
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