Stealthy at first, blink and you miss, The initial clues it leaves behind So tiny so far in between And then it grows in number and strength Assaulting you when you least expect. Rain…the manna to the parched soil As it pounds away the dryness, Scattering slick mud everywhere, Giving nourishment to the thirsty soul Rain…its come…oh blessed rain The leaves become their verdant self Nodding happily as they wash themselves Off grime and dust laid upon their fragile self The summer so harsh had left behind Water gurgles down the drain Competing with the patter of the rain As it falls on the tin roofs and shades And runs to meet the water on the roads and lanes Together they flow washing away the filth Purging away the bleak hot days Bringing in the cool earthy scent Oh look! It’s raining. Come celebrate! Come wash away the pain and strain And swish and swirl into a clean clean world.
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