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Aadhya Pant

Fantasy


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Aadhya Pant

Fantasy


Rain

Rain

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Oh! there comes the clouds,

Grey and black, dark and full,

The noise seems to grow louder,

With its pitter-patter,

The raindrops falling on the field,

Bringing prosperity along with a good yield,


Hearing the noise of thunder,

Children move under,

The loving arms of their mother,

People walking in raincoats,

Children making paper boats,

As I walk down the street,

There comes lighting to greet,


Far away........

Tiny little tots,

Are jumping along with the frogs,

I love the pitter-patter of the raindrops.


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