Welcome Rains
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Sea-sons showered pains,
Injured knee on trousers stains,
Still thanks if it rains.
Fine rain washed greenery,
Leaves from nature's refinery,
Poet paints a scenery.
A wet summer dressing,
The naughty rains so tressing,
For me a wet blessing.
A pleasant rainy night,
Things look so lovely and bright,
No pains of day light.
Titillated eyes smile,
Write in her glassy profile,
In rains she's fragile.
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