Rain over here.. Apu Mondal

Instead of umbrellas, we see
Trees swaying their heads
How hopeful is earth, after longing
For freedom, gulping the big
Drops, looks like the rain is
Drilling holes deep inside for
Preserving it's precious seeds
The sky is not quiet either
Rumbling as a father does
After a family quarrel
Children are not allowed outside
So except the earth, no one is
Excited, thrilled rather, when
The rain bites into the Earth's skin.

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