Gently it pours
Like cotton on the skin,
Forming puddles therein,
And reflecting the lights it showers in.
Gently it spills
Veiling the hills
And wash away all the lethal ills;
To spare hopes and wills.
Gently it falls
Like little, cool, crystal *****
Melting onto the abundant furniture of this green halls
Along with waltzing winds it calls.
By Wardah
23rd November 2017 (6.18pm)
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
Gently it pours
Like cotton on the skin,
Forming puddles therein,
And reflecting the lights it showers in.
Gently it spills
Veiling the hills
And wash away all the lethal ills;
To spare hopes and wills.
Gently it falls
Like little, cool, crystal *****
Melting onto the abundant furniture of this green halls
Along with waltzing winds it calls.
By Wardah
23rd November 2017 (6.18pm)
I just love rainy days. The hills across my place looks very enchanting with mist covering them. It a cool, windy day with a faint sound of thunder and rain drops outside.
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