Rains all time
Light, heavy, heavier, heaviest
I know not rest
Uneasiness to cope up with this problem
But for poets rains are wonderful like the football game
Splashing, drenching out in the rain the children laugh and giggle
But for the office goers it is inability to dribble
With the ball and the opponent rain score the goal
We become a lost soul.
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
Form: Blues Poem
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