Crossing The Lea
Crossing the lea,
it comes to me.
Breaking cloud's chain,
They pour as rain.
Pittar-patter sound,
I hear around.
The droplets all,
Musically fall.
The roads and lanes,
look like drains.
Girls and boys,
making noise,
walking gay,
Rainy Day!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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