The Rain you see
Is bankrupt
When it comes to colors
But when you view it
Cascading on leaves and grass
It wipes away
The layers of dirt
Leaving behind
An arresting view of pearls
And when it knocks
On the ground
It creates the music
That washes up the agitation
And pushes the one to sleep hole!
And when it falls
On the homesick soul
It gives him
The warmth of home
That nature belongs to him
So Don’t grieve
If you appear to be colorless
A soul that doesn’t wear colors
Doesn’t mean, it is devoid of it
As long as
Effects of its actions outshine
The most seek out colors
Spread around.
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