The joyous music from the open air,
may Reach the inaudible ears, when the leaves,
Rub with one another, shaking their mighty,
Branches left to right, the trees dance,
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cloud, rain, air, honey and for them the window, after that treestand straight(PRIDE) clear and clean (Innocently they stood after the trial and enjoyment....thank you
A beautiful poem on rain which is absorbing!