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Sonia Dutta

The rain - a poem by Sonia Dutta



I love it more

when I see the tar black clouds

rushing at me


I love it more

as they hit the ground

throwing up earthly scents


I love it more

when they buzz like angry bees

knocking the roof and window panes


I love it more

when, after the shower

the leaves are lush green


I love it more

when the birds with wet wings

take shelter under the shed


I love it more

when riots of colors wink at me

from tiny bubbles atop the puddles


I love it more

When the drops bounce back

hitting the hard reality of ground


I love it more

When the gust of wind carries the splash along

and then it is just not there...


I love it more

when it produces the sound of drumming

after falling against the canopy of trees


I love it more

when the summer rain

washes off the heat and whispers, life is good!


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