The MagiC of NatUre- Poem
The magic of nature
Poem written by- Mishka
The rain, the puddles, the fragrance, the essence
And the last but nut not the least magic
The magic, which is in the rainbow colored like puddles, and the cuddles.
The magic of the clouds when they suddenly change their mood.
The magic which is overwhelming and feels like the planet was never rude.
The zing, which feels like we need nothing else.
The moment we touch the water, the moment we feel it
The time in which you need your own company and do not have to be tense.
Some say rain pours when the clouds are sad.
It pours as their tears.
But tears because of what, maybe the fears
While some folks say rain pours when the clouds are happy!
All jolly!
What do you think?
Is it all perfect going up there or the clouds need some time to fight their fears?
But I cherish the rains, they come and go again and again.
I dance in it, sing in it and enjoy it.
Let is come!
I'm waiting for it, because it has not come till yet.
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