I can feel the smell of rain,
Which slowly affects my feign,
I can hear the sound of thunder,
Which meekly throws me asunder,
I can see the shine of lightening,
Which blindly casts a frightening,
I rush out madly to the open space,
To get myself drenched in the trace.
I stand out in a mild drizzle,
Which keeps me in a fizzle,
Suddenly there breaks an avalanche,
Which entraps me in a desperate tranche,
Help ! help! I shout at the top of my voice,
Alas ! there is none to give a voice.
Fine ,the rain has come.
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