Rain Poem by Methmi Mandara

Rain



Sky, why are thou angry so much?
Growling at my soul this much
It feels it's comfort as such
I put my hand to feel the touch

Pitapata raindrops to the ground
Don't care it is squared or round
A pleasant environment is what you found
A track of light I saw touching the ground

Come my dear to enjoy this
With a boat to ride with me
Making sounds as pitapata hiss
Nobody enjoys as much as we

Saturday, July 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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Methmi Mandara

Methmi Mandara

Colombo, Sri Lanka
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