Ode to the rain


In the midst of dark clouds at the noon
A young beautiful girl covered with colors,
Sitting alone by the side of the window glasses
The breeze flows across the arch of the house;
Each and every appearance feels penchant on her beauty
The whole milieu stagnates at the glimpse of her eyes,
But the eyesight refused to relinquish the flow
The apposite situation holds their life;
Darkness of clouds avoided by pink blushed face
Only it remains the last part of cascade-
Acquiring the redolent freshness of rain
The scenario depicted completely in her shade.
The unfold horizon of visions captured in her mind
The never ending pulp poetry as though:
But everything remains pristine
With the little water flow.
The audacity of the rain was cheerful
The pulse of the rain was stabilized;
The brilliant color of the rainbow reflected
The glorious moment came with a huge surprise.

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