the clock strikes 8:30 pm
she came to sleep ,with some
recitation of stories on heap,
mother was about to start-off
but before she could, sudden
shower of droplets from the sky
stood first, after shutting off the windows,
she came and wrapped her daughter
with love, a sweet command was
passed out, calling for her to sleep,
but a child's mind is overloaded
with question, started the bombardment
as usual, mother please tell me -'what is rain'
and as soon as it was called upon
the draining of answers took place
and she went ahead to recite with
her sweet melodious voice
rain is ray of hope, for zillions of souls,
springing in the form of freshwater,
straight off from the heaven above
it's a bit frightening at times,
when it comes with huge
thunder and lightning strike;
it does not have any season
it flashes any time, but
it is a semblance of refreshment
when it come after season of
hot and humid chinook
at times we are mesmerized by
the smell it clears out, as soon as the
droplets touches the floor,
the sonority of the rain is soothing
when we are surrounded by silence
all around ,it compels our national bird
to sing and dance, as an epitome of beauty,
which is to be observed
at times rain prevails upon a wide
charming smile on sharecropper's face
a semicircle is designed of seven colors
most of the time after it rains
rivers are granted with fresh water too
rain
not only brings happiness and love
with some long long talks on
chai and fritter along with it
at times it is ruinous too,
if it does brought the smile, it can
even snatch it away
excessive rain can haul in lives of mortal being
rain is not only a droplets of water
it is feeling attached to our veins
9:45 pm
as the answers ended, which was like
story of rain for her, daughter fell asleep,
after giving ears to the most precious
words by her world
A delightful read ♥️
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