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After summer, the rain; Is waiting for come. With

After summer, the rain;
Is waiting for come. 
With its every drop of water, 
Earth gets a miraculous glitter. 
Flowers blossom with fragrance, 
By the touch of every rain drops. 
The soil smells sweet, 
And Earth looks greenish. 
Clouds play with each other, 
To make our world better.  Rain #poem #rain #poetry
After summer, the rain;
Is waiting for come. 
With its every drop of water, 
Earth gets a miraculous glitter. 
Flowers blossom with fragrance, 
By the touch of every rain drops. 
The soil smells sweet, 
And Earth looks greenish. 
Clouds play with each other, 
To make our world better.  Rain #poem #rain #poetry