Its Raining A Beautiful Song Of Spring Poem by Nisha Butterflydreams

Its raining, i see a rainbow for me, awaits;
crystal droplets pour from the heavens gates;
the orchids, roses, grass beds are glistering;
the blossomed scene, a dancing me, reminiscing,

Its raining, i feel the warmth of the sun;
its leakage of rays, in golden shower has begun;
darling buds of may, my deep anticipation;
the gentle breeze ignites my tender passion,

Its raining, i hear wind chimes in the distance;
buzzing bees, butterflies, the pleasures immense;
coupled birds of paradise join me in chorus;
serene and mellow, some lyrics so melodious,

Its raining, i smell the crisp earths crust;
the nurturing grass lands, the breeze airiest;
crushed out of flowers in spring that bloom;
the essence, the fragrance of rich perfume,

Its raining, never have i savored, so tantalizing;
a scrumptiously prepared meal of picturesque spring;
ingredients of crystals, rainbows, sun rays and ecstasy;
blended with fragrance, bees and blossoms in serenity,