When it rains in monsoon,
Drop by drop when water falls from sky,
It boosts up my imagination and makes me fly,
Slowly and gradually when water force increases,
It makes me realise slow and steady only wins races.
When it rains in monsoon,
I just want to be with her to feel the
music of weather,
I want her to accompany me in watching dancing peacock with wide spread
feathers,
She who is my synonym becomes more special to me,
As flower is the only reason for survival of bee.
I feel as if I am far away from my problems
Like wave takes away water from the shore
I feel light within as things become more easy,
As even stagnant things makes some movement and flow.
When it rains in monsoon,
My cup of tea also talks with me,
Sitting near window when I have glance over the sky
It says ‘come on buddy lets go and dance’
This is how expression communicates during rains
And I am top of my sky,
When it rains….
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