Rain & Rainbow - Poem by Aryan Nuwal
Waiting for the rain,
Hard for the farmers to bear that pain,
The crops have all died,
In the hot sun, they all have dried.
Oh! rain god shower some water,
It would be really kind for all my brothers,
Suddenly it thundered thrush thrun thrum,
Playing with me the hiding Sun.
After a long time it had rained,
It will give the crops the energy they had to gain
I was thinking of the enormous sun star,
Just then came the rainbow bar.
It was the season of monsoon,
The crops would be ready soon,
But when I waved up in the air,
Something was missing there,
Uh... the brightening colors of the rainbow,
Who was it who took them away,
It was the strike of the wind blow,
Who blew them away.
After all they were our HAPPY DAYS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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