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The Darkness of the Cloud

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 - )

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