August evening rain

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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