Rain Has Come

 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.