The air is touching me
the cool breeze is touching my senses.
Feel I am dancing in the rhythm
of the blowing air
in the music of rain
to seek love from heaven
and punishment from hell.
the leaves are moving
fields are blossoming in the air
the clouds are crying
the shrubs are making merry
and the trees are dancing
in the music of rain.
love is like the rain
problems are like the thunder
and the shower is like
the consolation after heated arguments.
drops of rain are like kisses
which slightly touches the......dry ground
©alafat
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