The ray of light vanishes,
as the dark clouds take birth,
The first pure drops are awaited,
as they gently take place on earth.
Slowly they begin to dance,
when thunder plays the song,
The flowers get golden chance,
to extend their beauty life long!
There is an outbreak of joy,
Water becomes the favourite toy,
no one misses the blazing sun!
There is water and mud,
and the dry leaves turn green,
Colours appear from the smallest bud,
The frogs are croaking,
gradually disappears the dark
helmet,
With flying colours the rainbow
appears,
to mingle with the pleasant climate.
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