Rain gives joy in a humid place
It’s likelihood, a subtle chase
Like a mother’s soup you savor to the drop.
Showering the dessert land
Little as your attention span
It’s rarity, the purity.
Gives excitement to the trees
Oh I miss the windy bliss .
Water traces in the sand
Running palm-lines of your hand
Rain-sun ratio’s one to nine
It’s a summer year day in and out
Longing for the moistened breeze
Like the love you've put in vain
Subtle showers like the rain
Longing for the mist and the cold
Talking weather is plain too old
Watered sand dunes dug a hole
dying heart and shattered soul.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
Rain gives joy in a humid place
It’s likelihood, a subtle chase
Like a mother’s soup you savor to the drop.
Showering the dessert land
Little as your attention span
It’s rarity, the purity.
Gives excitement to the trees
Oh I miss the windy bliss .
Water traces in the sand
Running palm-lines of your hand
Rain-sun ratio’s one to nine
It’s a summer year day in and out
Longing for the moistened breeze
Like the love you've put in vain
Subtle showers like the rain
Longing for the mist and the cold
Talking weather is plain too old
Watered sand dunes dug a hole
dying heart and shattered soul.
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