The Rain Poem by Amogha Ransilu
The Rain
The rain comes through the clouds
Clearing all the droughts
Wetting all the meadow
After comes the rainbow
All plants start a new life
Growing themselves, like a sharping knife.
Too much rain makes a storm
Not letting us anywhere to roam
Flashes of lightning tears
Making children go through their fears
But to see gladly later in the morning
The storm had gone tearing....
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