Wonderful image! There is nothing like rain. Here is my impression of rain from a poem I wrote called ‘My Piece of Paradise’. It is a long poem, so I just selected these two stanzas.
“A shower, true to the season,
Has left a cool and wet impression.
The garden is pristine and green;
Aromas of moist soil, kiss me quick and jasmine
Sweeten the air; it is a birds and bees affair.
Dew drops lie like pearls on the carpet of grass,
Through the holey wall a trumpet creeper unfurls.
Bright green moss grows thick along the path
And rainwater overflows from the birdbath.”
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Life pushes forth from the good Earth! Nice capture, Rita. ❤️
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I thought Calcutta was it!
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It’s “my” Calcutta!
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Wonderful image! There is nothing like rain. Here is my impression of rain from a poem I wrote called ‘My Piece of Paradise’. It is a long poem, so I just selected these two stanzas.
“A shower, true to the season,
Has left a cool and wet impression.
The garden is pristine and green;
Aromas of moist soil, kiss me quick and jasmine
Sweeten the air; it is a birds and bees affair.
Dew drops lie like pearls on the carpet of grass,
Through the holey wall a trumpet creeper unfurls.
Bright green moss grows thick along the path
And rainwater overflows from the birdbath.”
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Beautiful words!
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