Much awaited natural shower at Mumbai
All are drenched,shivering and enjoying the rain..
I walked in the rain, the drops radiates a pleasant feel
The air carrying moisture makes me exhilarated
A fine art of heavenly passion showering its blessings
A drop kisses my face it just melts my soul
Where shall thee feelings resides at human
A sparkle of it makes me to be reborn
The light in the sun lies as dead
Makes me to feel alone with my soul
All leaf are wet and cold winds come
Just have eyes to wonder, no words to praise
The rain drops call me again and again....
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