Rains! ! - Poem by varshitha chuttar
The rains make the earth green,
but along with them come the worms, mean!
you cannot rest or lean on a tree,
for lightining may strike any moment,
and make you scream!
And when it rains,
the roads get muddy,
and children can't go out and play!
Rains I hate,
but farmers patiently wait,
for rains to come and change their fate! !
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