What is this mystique called rain?
Why is it so magical?
Sunrise and sun set and the air I breathe,
Are so vital to my being,
Yet not one moment do I stop in my tracks,
to give it a thought,
Feel grateful or thankful or absorb it in wonder at all!
These feelings are reserved for Rain.
Rain is enthralling like a tinkling glass curtain.
It is distracting ,
It is unpredictable,
Yet when it rains it douses all grouses.
It makes life standstill in streets as well as in forests.
Rain ,can you ever be taken for granted?
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