Today the sky is heavy and leaden,
Heavy and laden with clouds so grey,
The clouds have brought down heavy rain,
To relieve us of heat and make us gay.
The rain falls pattering on the rooves,
The children are enjoying the sound,
But they are a trifle downcast,
For they are not allowed out.
Though the sky is full of clouds,
I see the winds blowing them away,
The day will again be sunny and gay,
And the children will rush out to play.
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Something I wrote in school.
ReplyDeleteBut there were kids like me, who'd go out in the rain with glee (No matter how much their mothers admonished them).
ReplyDeleteOh thats a good one Aparajita.You should continue writing as I feel you have a knack for it.
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