The hail of rain

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The dazzling Sun just chills out,
And the dark clouds rule the sky,
Everywhere  the grass & ferns sprout,
Wet is the Earth once dry

From the Mountain once all bare,
Water gushes into a ravine,
It has got new clothes to wear,
Touched by a hand Divine

The rivers swell & flow in spree,
With their wild & raw charms,
Eager to meet the distant Sea,
To be lost in its wide arms

Like a fiery tiger the Ocean roars,
Warning not to mess with it,
Parked for now are the boats & oars,
With battering waves the shores are hit

In those fields that run so far,
A beautiful crop oscillates,
The drenched farmer’s joy has no bar,
Its the real Gold that he cultivates

Lush green trees soothe the eyes,
The merry winds refresh the brain,
Into a pond a flying bird dives,
Along with the hail of rain