When the morning begins
with rain
It’s a
pure bliss to see nature in no feign
With
bright hues dancing in the thick raindrops
And
enticing me to put everything to a stop.
Oh! What
a sight to behold
With vital thoughts my
dreams began to unfold
Nature seemed fresh and
green
Flowers and leaves looked
clean and serene
Buzzing bees were eager to
suck
Sweet nectar least bothered
of muck
Under the willow tree
I saw a boy, who was
carefree
Splashing the water
With fun and totter
Croaking frog, hidden birds
Even the animals in herd
Thank God for the pattering
rain
Appeared as boon, cutting
the bane
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