Rains pour
without a breather
flooding the garden
drenching the walls
soaking the pits
filling the potholes.
The part of my town
faces a standstill,
Can hear the thud thud
sound of the heavy rains
no thunder nor lightning
a steady fall with no pause.
Walking through the corridor
to see the fall of rains
I feel happy in a sense
the town has copious
reserve for the summer.
a feel of grief as many
are left without homes
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