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The Fragrance of the Pouring Rain

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The musky fragrance of the pouring rain, 

The background, very dim and light,

In itself produces a silent lullaby,

Sending me into the islands of the sleep,

Where I’m not asleep,

But still not awake,

My consciousness, though, remains intact,

And feel the surroundings in a new way,

Oh the fragrance of the pouring rain,

Which sneaks out of the sandy terrain,

I feel good for once at least when it rains,

It feels good when it rains.

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Author: howanxious

A blogger… hmmm No! A writer…. hmmm maybe! An absurd person.. hmmm(hey that might be right)! But above all this, I am a person…a being… My gender, my nationality, my skin color, my language, my looks.. these things can’t define me.. because I DEFINE MYSELF and I can’t explain it.. In order to know me or rather know bout’ me…you have to be my companion and read and share along with me. Don’t read but view and don’t see but think.. that is all you need to do. thats what i think as per now… i wud try to tell more bout me with the passage of time.

4 thoughts on “The Fragrance of the Pouring Rain

  1. i sleep better when i hear the rain to,i don’t know why but i have always loved storms and rainy weather. very nice poem!

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