#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When the sky is grey,
the dry land thirsty everyday,
waiting eagerly for few drops,
now gets dreanched ,
the dusty evergreen forest
baths after so many days,
watching I see the trees smiling with everydrops of rain dancing and swaying
from the terrace far away.

Every day when I see the clouds covering the blue sky suddenly
black and grey,
I know it is a signal that
it's going to rain,
And I know monsoon is along its way.
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