19 Jul 2019


Ode to rain

By Dua Absar

I feel the drizzle on the window,

I see the pouring down rain,

The skies seem to speak out loud,

Saying it with grace and pain,

The wind blows,

Back and forth,

Carrying away with it all things,

Made to loathe,

Stepping out the door,

I walk on the seeping ground,

The path begins to show,

The scents of flowers begin to glow,

The coolness of the dew,

The sweetness of the view,

Tip top,

Drip and drop,

Raindrops fall a few,

The hustling wind hugs me tight,

Embracing me with all its might,

The clouds flutter by,

Just before the sky begins to cry.

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