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The Rain
Divyam Verma
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On one cloudy afternoon dark and grey,
Came little beads of nature’s gift amass.
The Jacobin cuckoos, happy and gay,
drink the drops of shining glass.
The cornfield fluttered with mud and hay,
As rain pattered the green morass.
The sweet sugarcanes after hot May,
are fully filled with fluffy mass.
The roads drenched with diesel and dirt’s play,
Are clean and clear like charcoal mass.
The houses blemished by the menace of day,
Now appears beautiful like a newly-wed lass.
Children dance outside on unpaved way,
Forgetting the stress of exams and class.
Such are the gifts on God’s tray,
Where nobody is given an unruly pass.
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