When I hear your rhythm off my bed I flip,
There you go with a beautiful blip,
And I love to watch you smoothly slide and slip,
On my beautiful Garden's tulip.
Just a droplet of you which I felt on my hand tip,
Gave me the feel of honey flowing through my lip,
Watching you descend with your fellow pearls gifts me with memories as sweet as cookie with chocolate dip,
And you are a cup of happiness that I'll always sip.
When I see you I cannot take a grip,
You came from heaven to earth just as a trip,
When you go back, with sorrow I wait for you to drip,
Oh dear rain I request you to come again at least just like a field trip.
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Rain's beauty and happiness brought by it.