The rain was pouring intermittently.
It was without force inevitably.
It ranged with a lag deliberately.
The roads looked clumsy totally.
People stayed back compulsorily.
The resultant was discomfort absolutely.
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Rain Looms
Rains sometimes are nuisance.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Rain Looms”
We are not pleased when it doesn’t rain and when it does it seems.