Exhilarating Rains Poem by Pallavi Sarkar

The first day of rain after summer,
Isn't so beautiful to see.
The tip-tip sound of the water falling.
Through my window panes,
The sprinkled droplets are resting on my hand,
Trying to penetrate into my skin.

Making the border of road,
The small streams goes flowing beside it.
The sissh-sissh sound continues till the stop.
A sweet smell was in formation,
Due to the recent cleaned environment.
Saving from rains, some flies welcomed my room.

Seeing the view of waterfall from sky,
My concentration no more on theory geography,
But on the practical geography of rain,
From excitement went outside to perform it,
Did it and in result got some scolding,
Not knowing that a cold was on it's way coming to me.