Nature At Its Best Charm
Tip tap splitter-splatter ,
Goes down the rain.
Flying down with a clatter ,
Creating brooks along the lane …
From the dark , fluffy clouds...
Descending with the breeze..
Exciting the overjoyed crowds ,
Swaying along with the trees …..
Splashes in the cool puddles ,
Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ...
Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles ,
And happy faces with wide beams …
It is a blessing , a form of love ...
No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm ,
Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough ,
Because nature is at its best charm ….
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