The Rain. Poem by Mary Amrutha

cute simple poem so yu mst be a gd observer when it rains.............. get out of ur umberla feeel the drop of the rain

Light and beautiful poems

I was just talking to one of my neighbors and we agreed we both like the rain, and she cited the sound of the rain falling through the lattice of tree leaves. You also cite the sound of rain and plants in your poem. We just this past week finished a terrible and terribly long winter, so everyone is rejoicing. Your poem presented itself to me at exactly the right moment.

The real snap of a rainy morning.Simple and beautiful.jk

When it rains in the night, it is so comfortable to be tucked under a blanket and lie listening to the music of falling rain drops! Cute little poem Mary!

I love the rains too when the blankets is hugging me. I love ur poem, so much. Keep observing nature.

A tribute paid to a mild rain I hope! Mary, when it rains and rains you will write the other way round. When poetry is the luxury of an idle mind, we poets write like this too. Go ahead.. but spare a little time on things crucial and those calling for your attention too. I am giving a 10 for you here for you deserve it for the beautiful style of rendering thoughts immaculate..