Rain Poem by Ridham Chadha

When it rains, clouds break out,
They come closer with an everlasting doubt.
Will it rain heavily or just a mild drizzle?
But it always comes out to beautifully sizzle.
It rains on every orchid’s tree,
And on the ships sailing in the sea.
It slips on my pink raincoat,
And in the floating paper boat.
Rain drops from the top of the mountains,
Into the city park’s water fountain.
Onto the houses and my windowpane,
I love to see the drip-drop of the rain.
We can see god’s heaven on the earth,
Don’t miss this esteemed birth.