The Rainy Days
The Rainy Days
The cottony grey clouds floating amidst the blue hues...
Makes me glide through my childhood memory lane...
Those skyscrapers and those lush green grass...
All these make me fill with joy...
The pitter-patter raindrops on rainy days..
Cleanses the mother earth till her last piece of land..
The dancing peacock makes my soul dance...
The cottony grey clouds get ready to shower down...
The heavy clouds lighten its burden on mother earth...
Leaving the land moist, grass happy and green.
And my soul purified...
Washing with itself all my burdens from the past..
