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DRoPLETS ON MY GLASS

I stepped out,
Looked towards the sky
Droplets on the glass,
Seemed like stars in broad daylight.

Glittered and Blurred
My vision partially,
And then clicked memories-
Of the monsoon’s prodigy.

Cool breeze along
Smoked my glass,
Razing cows
Stood by the grass.

Running people
Finding a shed to brace,
But smiled with glory-
For t’was the first of this monsoon phase.

Maybe raindrops are the bravest thing created. Want to know why?

  It is because THEY ARE NEVER AFRAID OF FALLING. 

One of the beauties of rain is if you feel and enjoy it, it soothens you and releases all your stress and anxiety.
SO LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF FALLING RAIN !!

Shreya

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