I hear your feeble voice from a distance,
Run towards you nervously in expectation,
Not so weak, but not so audible in expanse,
The loud cry for love and affection,
When you are happy, you dance and whistle.
When you are in good mood,
You spray the paint of kindness,
On our weak heart, that yearns,
But when you are worriedly sad,
Why do you slap us with violent thunder,
And drown us in your tears?
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Rain is always welcome but as you say at times it drowns us in tears! Nice little poem. Thanks.