The storehouse released its stock to unlease,
As if God listened my prayers then pleased,
Crescendo dreanched my heart to smith,
The dazzling showers smeared the quenched earth with smoothing breeze,
Green leaves dancing with rain with c lean smile n heave,
The petter patter tap broke my sleep,
Went near the window for a glance to enjoy the nature's bliss,
Then sneezed,
My heavy head drops in bed,
With cold fever n blocked nostrils,
Much awaited rain is displaying its variant hue,
Doughty soul of mine alone freezes,
My flinch restricts with a warning not to infringe...
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