The Song of Rain


The damp heat is gone finally,
chased away by a soothing burst of rain.
The night seems relieved visibly,
as if free at last from a searing pain.

The heady smell of the wet grass
keeps pervading the rain-washed atmosphere,
like mist, though invisible to human eyes,
in abundance, rising up through the air.

Soon the wind shall begin to blow
in a lighter tune of joy and wild glee.
The sky shall sparkle too with a starry glow,
no clouds, once again limitless, untamed and free.

So much for such a short time, the damp heat
of persistent October shall be living through
the soothing rain, wind and the heady smell of grass
to return victorious, in an hour or at most, in two!

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