Rains,
You quench
The thirst of
The parched,arid
Earth and it’s beings.
The petrichor flags your
Arrival on the lap of
Nature, with your pitter-patter
Oh! That urges the child within me
To shed inhibitions and play with you.
Rains,
You quench
The thirst of
The parched,arid
Earth and it’s beings.
The petrichor flags your
Arrival on the lap of
Nature, with your pitter-patter
Oh! That urges the child within me
To shed inhibitions and play with you.