soft drops on the roof, with a lovely songs,
nature's tears that cleanse the earth,
Life begins anew, rebirth,
as it falls long.
pitter-patter, a soothing sound,
if the sky cry, peace is found,
washing worries to the ground,
Nature’s balm profound.
Rivers swell and flowers bloom,
In the rain's gentle tune,
Underneath the cloudy gloom,
New life is born from the monsoon.
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