Today, the sky is ready
to shed all the veils
And undress
all it's beauty.
All these dark clouds
are prepare to
pouring down
the massive drops.
The flowers, trees
and Mother Earth
silently buzzing,
Singing sweet melody
and welcoming the
Monsoon rain.
Here I'm sitting
in my room,
holding my book
in my hand,
feeling all the
richness of rain,
gently patting
the rooftop,
As the drops of rain
Sliding down on
my room's window,
my soul is start healing.
The rain is always
therapeutic for me.
Rains are not only a blessing
But a real magic.
–Humaira
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
Today, the sky is ready
to shed all the veils
And undress
all it's beauty.
All these dark clouds
are prepare to
pouring down
the massive drops.
The flowers, trees
and Mother Earth
silently buzzing,
Singing sweet melody
and welcoming the
Monsoon rain.
Here I'm sitting
in my room,
holding my book
in my hand,
feeling all the
richness of rain,
gently patting
the rooftop,
As the drops of rain
Sliding down on
my room's window,
my soul is start healing.
The rain is always
therapeutic for me.
Rains are not only a blessing
But a real magic.
–Humaira
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