Last drop of the rain,
Has landed on my window pane.
Clouds part, sky clears,
Sun shines through my window pane.
Last drop of the rain,
Sparkles in a golden hue,
Of the setting sun;
Evening of a rainy day.
With my fingers,
I touch the drop,
And it rolls down,
Delicately, down the window pane.
With the last drop gone,
I fail to prove,
To my soul who just woke up,
That it had rained!!
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2 years ago
2 comments:
It is a delicate delicacy.
Rini, has said it all :)
Just the experience, oh! :)..I feel like I touched the raindrop too :)
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