Rains made the nature so clean,
Shadow of clouds made it more green.
The layers of clouds darken the sky.
Sun-rays are restrained to pass by.
The layers are dense and thick.
But, somewhere they are weak.
Like a poor man's torn blanket,
Cannot stop sun to peep through it.
Penetrated by a few sun-rays,
Bright lines are drawn in greys,
Like silver magical stick of a fairy
Showering boon of life and merry.
Roam your vision in the clouds.
Let your imagination come out.
Can you see a sheep or a deer?
Faces of crocodiles may appear.
It's only the cloudy sky, I must say,
You can stare with naked eyes in mid-day.
As soon as the season is not rainy,
You can't do so when sun is shiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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