Pleasant rain

Here, was a lovely day,
Farmers separating stalks from hay.
All goes good until the wind comes with dust,
The melancholy of loneliness covers the crust.

When the darkness of sadness rules the earth,
The crystal of rain wipes away the dearth.
Rain just came with some light,
Removes the melancholy in one site.


Everyone got down and drench in rain,
They knew humid clouds won’t come again.
Rain goes down after wiping the dark,
The new sun came up and gave its mark.

-Prashant Sharma