For the pouring begin early this year,
And still I haven't had a feel of it,
Maybe time takes away the yearning after all,
For I lazily lay inside,
Some drops did touched me,
Made me feel a little more than complete,
Providing relief as it always has been,
For things blended with the rain,
My happiness and sadness sang its way,
Tears became invisible to the eyes,
And Sadness washes away,
Even the little drizzly drops feel nice,
A cool breeze or a wild storm still better than a hot loo filled day,
For I haven't still not got much of the monsoon rain,
Here I locked myself,
Lay and lay,
Even still the rain try to pleases me up,
For I Slept and Slept till nothing is to be done. . . .
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