It tastes like heaven when they fall on you
A burst of shower that chills you
It washes away your tears when you cry
It makes you smile in a way that is wry
It is mysterious but when you listen
You hear your heart reflected
It drums down my window in a silent whisper
The breeze knocking at my doors
It makes you pine
And the earth divine
Enamors you with her ethereal aroma
As if it too is rejoicing in the miracle…. called Rain
8 comments:
Wow, wonderful creation, seems the rain have come finally :D into your poetic thoughts as well.
Good one - quite fitting for the current experience and ambience!
nice one...........a poem best describes how a person like u can envoy the rain to its fullest..:)keep blogging..Miss Poet..:)
Beautiful..... matches the current mood....i never knew u had a lil poet hidden in you...Njoy d monsoon :-)
beautiful.... i specially like the title ....
Great one- hope we people in Delhi will be able to experience the same feeling soon.
thank u all :)
nice dear....good to see u are turning out to be good poet
...................enjoy your writing.............
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