It is raining
With no sign of stopping
It was treacherous this before
The heat waves had made us all sore
I stood near window
The rain was getting slow
It had turned into cool weather
We all heaved a sigh of relief everywhere
Nature has its own cycle
Not intending to push us in trouble
Many factors play to our woe
Yet we move with the word" go"
The weather has remained unpredictable
Making us more to struggle
Sometimes it results into heavy rainfall
And sometimes with worrisome shortfall
It is nature
We can not be sure
Yet we pray for smooth change over
Fro autumn to spring with nice cover
goof Damisha Mabry3 minutes ago I like your use of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If Winter, can spring be far behind? bijay kant dubey4 minutes ago The pattering raindrops Comment +1