The blanket of clouds,
grows heavier by the second,
whilst turning into hues of grey.

And down comes the rain,
like soft kisses touching my lips,
and the hoarse chuckling of the breeze,
whilst the sun is busy,
playing hide and seek.

The birds fly out,
loudly whistling and chirping,
and the trees sway jauntily,
to the rhythm of the rain.

The cracks in the parched land,
disappear in the puddles,
and a tiny seedling,
sprouts out little roots,
holding tightly to the earth,
but ready to shoot into the sky.

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