First showers relieve,
the earth scorched and yearning,
Gloomy stares get revived,
with the green sight breathtaking,
Frail finds solace in the backdrop,
buzzy, windy and sopping,
The pause, long and hard,
reposes in the moments soaking.
(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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# Rain, Indian Monsoon

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