
There’s this joy that comes with event of an evening rainfall
It brings life to the playground so the children make most if it
Also, it softens the days fatigue, putting mild and cozy air in the heat
The rain water serve as a natural bath, which washed garments and bodies
The children dance joyfully in it, forgetting their home works and worries
Even pets are not left behind, they wriggle through the multitude of players
And try to grip the cloths of their happy and carefree little masters,
The huts close by serve as the spectators arena for those who are rain sick
But here the children had all mastered the cold rains and her funny tricks
August rains bless the land, and grows the stream and river banks
In villages, the children find it an entertainment not to be missed!
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