Jun 4, 2014

First rain (Poem no.3)

The first drop touches the ground,
The green leaves turn wet,
The trees are joyous,
Birds shelter,
Flowers bloom,
Fragrance of the wet mud,
Yes, it is the first rain.

Walls and vehicles wet,
Umbrellas and coats wet,
Somehow clothes become wet too.
The hot chocolate milk at the window,
Racing through the drops,
The cold earth makes the heart pound.

Lights turn diamond,
eyes turn blurry,
words turn slower,
The stares are longer,
Black clouds- white light,
Makes us love the nature again.
Its the first rain.

- I am Anonymous Hope
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Poem no.3

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