The Rain
The rain, a harp of million strings,
In different times and in different climes
Plays a tune of different notes-
From a light beat to a full blast:
It's the sweetest lullaby and the worst nightmare.
A drizzle of tiny wet particles,
Almost a gentle mist floating by
Is cool and caressing,
Soft and soothing
Like a child's touch.
Secret word in rumbling sound passes around
To gather together the passing clouds-
A sudden summer shower pours
Drenching the trees and gladdening the hearts
In a quick freshening bath.
The monsoon rain is the hope
Of rivers and reservoirs-
It rains cats and dogs in this season
Keeping people indoors in cozy comfort
When the year's rain harvest goes on ceaselessly.
Cyclones and tempests are the crescendo-
Waves rise to many meters high and torrents
Lash with unexplained wrath and fury
Wreaking havoc, ravaging coasts forever:
No encores, people pray, to this awesome score.
In different times and in different climes
Plays a tune of different notes-
From a light beat to a full blast:
It's the sweetest lullaby and the worst nightmare.
A drizzle of tiny wet particles,
Almost a gentle mist floating by
Is cool and caressing,
Soft and soothing
Like a child's touch.
Secret word in rumbling sound passes around
To gather together the passing clouds-
A sudden summer shower pours
Drenching the trees and gladdening the hearts
In a quick freshening bath.
The monsoon rain is the hope
Of rivers and reservoirs-
It rains cats and dogs in this season
Keeping people indoors in cozy comfort
When the year's rain harvest goes on ceaselessly.
Cyclones and tempests are the crescendo-
Waves rise to many meters high and torrents
Lash with unexplained wrath and fury
Wreaking havoc, ravaging coasts forever:
No encores, people pray, to this awesome score.
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