Rain Drops

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze

They are laughing,

They are cuddling.

The sun refused to make them vapors again.


When rain pours

In a bright a sunny afternoon,

It seems like magic,

Like nature sharing a secret,

It tells me anything can be done.

One can be relieved

Even in the heat.


It tells me expect nothing

As presents are more beautiful

It tells me to trust myself

Encourages me to move ahead.


Then I see the rain drops again,

Shining in the sun rays

Embracing the ground

Making some memories

And telling me to wait for the same.

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