The Rain. - Poem by Mary Amrutha
I love it, when it rains
I love the cool breeze around me,
feels like tucking myself
under the blanket,
never want to wake up early.
The beautiful lullaby
of the leaves that
dance with those rain drops
is the most wonderful part
the part, that I like the most
I love it, when it rains...
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