The First drop of rain,
falling from dark curtain of cloud.
Running through narrow drains,
knocking on my window so loud.
(Then I come out from house)
Running through wide street,
touching my bare feet.
Here the rain on his way,
and starts raining in the month of May.
Roaring water gushing though gutter,
through children's sailing their paper boats.
Sound of falling water rushing to utter,
that I come from cloud's throat.
Here comes the rain again,
I feel it through my veins.
to give life to all,
and here comes the first rainfall.
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