Rain

• Prabhleen Partola, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

From blossomed clouds come pouring down,
Jewels of hope and purity,
Showering like diamonds,
Not even missing brightness the rain comes.
Soft and sweet like a treat,
The rain pours swiftly,
It rhymes and dances,
Like ballet dancers.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
Each day and each night,
I hear the same beat all time,
Like an Orchestra of harmony.
Droplets of love are just enough,
To soothe the anger inside me,
Calming the soul,
Keeping me whole.