Rain After Summer
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The sound of the clouds
Come down from the sky
When it is swollen with
Rain and desperately cry
The sound of rain fills the
Air as it does pour across
The parched land and dry
Stream and swiftly cross
The hills and mounds and
Villages and thatched huts
And topes and leas to melt
With the sound of gusts
With dark clouds pacing
The sky it's time for rain
To take over charge and
Make summer to wane
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