It is January and I saw the rains fall today morning. The building security guard told me there were some hailstones falling too! As I walked to school and saw the wet roads and rain drenched trees I thought of penning this poem.
Early morning, rain falls bright,
Hailstones shimmer in silver light.
Soft drizzles tap on windowpane,
A gentle, surprise- unexpected rain!
Plants and trees take a joyful bath,
Leaves sparkle at the aftermath.
Roads are washed till they gleam,
Like mirrors shining in a dream.
Fresh cool air fills every breath,
Chasing away the dust and sweat.
The weather lifts my heart and stride,
A lively bounce I cannot hide.
Awake, alive, refreshed and free,
The rain revives both world and me.
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