The dark, grey clouds
Obediently paves
Its route for rain
To make its way
The first few drops
As I walk in the rain
A puddle crops
And washes the stains
I cup my hands
It fills and drips
A vessel it forms
As I walk and skip
In sudden rage
Torrents gush
a war, enraged,
And puddles rush
The thirsty land
In joy it glows
The muddy sand
Soon overflows
Clinging clothes
soaked to my bones
Water filled shoes
With delight I moan
From the heavens above
The lightning flash
The rain I love
Feel its splash!
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Dedicated to my friend kulsum_666.
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
