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Rain of Terror

Avani Sharma 2017B2A10718P

As water droplets start falling from the sky,
The hearts of millions start to rejoice.
The scorched lands let out a sigh of relief,
The farmers smile ever so brief.
Children run out of their homes,
In every heart a little joy roams.
The poet’s paradise,
Like a shower of love from the skies.

As it rains, families come together,
To watch the endearing weather.
The sound of the droplets hitting the ground,
Seems like music, making us spellbound.
The smell of the earth after the rain,
Washing away all our pain.

So mesmerising is the beauty of the rain,
That we forget that it comes at a price.
Rain, they say, is
A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
The deserts seem more alive
As the water quenches it’s thirst.
But the rain also brings with them,
Waves of destruction.

The water in the rivers,
So ferocious it induces shivers.
The water washes away,
Anything and everything that stands in its way.
It takes over the land from the sea,
Causing destruction as far as you can see.
Mothers weeping for their lost children,
The dismay, the loss and the grief.

Tears form in the eyes of people,
As they see their life’s work,
Wash away with the waters of the flood.
Flooded roads, ruined buildings,
And the hope almost lost,
Amongst this colossal chaos,
Rain does come with a cost.

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