RAINY SEASON
The clouds hover like guests,
Pours their heart in home, orchard and fields,
In forests, rivers and on mountains,
Then these return to their home,
After that grows a sapling,
Fully delicate and green,
Alas! uptill now none has seen,
They have their own reason,
Alas! they can`t enjoy this rainy season
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