Water by Brinda

 

Poem title : RAIN 

There’s something almost magical when it’s raining really late at night and you are laying all warm and snug in your bed. Hearing the sound of raindrops ratting on the window. The rhythmic pattern of droplets falling from the leaves of trees and the whooshing of tyres on water soaked roads from passing cars. It’s as if the world is refreshing and renewing itself alongside us. It’s a time when a tired soul can feel truly at peace