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Blissful Rain
Blissful Rain
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Tiny drops falling to the ground
Like a son running to his mom
The leaves take a bath while
The rivers seize them forever
Euphonious songs they sing,
The sight is gratifying
Their fragrance flatters us
We dance with them
Regardless of what we felt earlier
Often a gust of wind petrifies us;
Scared of the lightning and thunder
But still, we stand in the garden
In anticipation of the rain.
