Oh! I see the clouds approaching,
Slowly the wind blows;
With a booming sound of thunder that glows.
Tapping sounds of rainfall emerges,
Making the path slippery;
With a 'petrichor'.
The rain has its own music for those who listen to it,
Leaving behind the love between droplets and the leaves.
When the sun comes from the darkest side,
A sphere gold shines like a golden pearl.
Written by - Subinoy Ghosh (Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/sunny_.ofc_.z/ )
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