Sonnet : The First Rain

Rain drops drizzlingfrom the wide blue yonder,with a faint breeze whistling,Oh what a wonder!The air is so freshwith the pleasant, musty petrichor,soothes the soul and flesh,causes new hopes to flicker.Sitting by the window sillI look beyond the skyline,I see the clouds with extra frill,and those with a silver line.May the clouds continue to shower.Let theContinue reading “Sonnet : The First Rain”

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