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It is that season of the year
The water drops behind the moving clouds,
ready to shower the land.
Miles away from the ground,
thunder rattles in the dark sky.
Every huge tree, swaying
to the wind.
Aroma of the browny soil after
few, invisible drops on the ground.
Leaves, gulping every last drop of
the tasteless water.
The fingers, firmly holding the umbrella
while walking along the road.
Every street-light shining bright
in the dark night.
The cold breeze, making every living thing
freeze.
Pleasure filled on every child's face dancing
under the sky.
Slanting raindrops making every
window blurry.
Warm and cozy sheets in every house,
to overcome the extreme chilliness.
The urge to put on the headphones and
vibe to the melody music.
Now I realise.
It is that season of the year.
© janitha
ready to shower the land.
Miles away from the ground,
thunder rattles in the dark sky.
Every huge tree, swaying
to the wind.
Aroma of the browny soil after
few, invisible drops on the ground.
Leaves, gulping every last drop of
the tasteless water.
The fingers, firmly holding the umbrella
while walking along the road.
Every street-light shining bright
in the dark night.
The cold breeze, making every living thing
freeze.
Pleasure filled on every child's face dancing
under the sky.
Slanting raindrops making every
window blurry.
Warm and cozy sheets in every house,
to overcome the extreme chilliness.
The urge to put on the headphones and
vibe to the melody music.
Now I realise.
It is that season of the year.
© janitha
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