Rain Poem by jisha viswam

rain
gathering of Grey clouds, sound of the thunder
When the first drops falls on the earth
the dry earth gets moistened
A fragrance is filled in air
fresh, soft and seductive
feel’s so romantic
when the drops fall’s on me
gets into my soul
feel’s so cool
as the rain pours
drops on my hair looks like
small crystal balls
crystall Balls everywhere
on leaves and flowers
All glowing with freshness
including me
as rain pour harder and harder
feels like to dance forever