When blithesome breeze start

With drizzle and rainwater.

It accomplishes me smart,

Makes me promising and full of power

To love the nature by heart.

Every drop of the rain.

Signifies satisfaction of existence.

The storm, before the rain,

Portrays trouble in resistance.

As rain starts after the gale,

Happiness begins next to the bale.

The storm grimes the air,

But does not last evermore.

The environment becomes fresh and fair.

When shining water drops downpour.

The same is the life as the rain.

Contentment, Prosperity — Perhaps

So near to pleasingly attain.

Just let the storm get lapse.

Zubair Khan

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