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It stuck heavily on that night
The rain dashed as if to fight
With mother earth
And cause havoc or deaths

No, but it was seasons first
With nothing spare in the last
It has tremendous force in the beginning
And doubles when actually raining

The heat is on its height
And we feel delight
With dropping of rain showers
And reducing heat wave's air

Experience sometimes
In open with minimum cloths
The coldness shall prevail in no time
The body shall want some more any time

I have observed seasonal change
It is like our age
That comes with change from childhood
Till we attain adulthood

Life remains barren
When we are driven
To extreme edge
And simple seized with old age