Far at home they scorn the terrible Sun
Here a little drop just begins to
run
Onto the Earth and into my heart alike
And hence follows its hound with
pride
Free and clear indomitable in spirit
Splashing the lakes and hills with
might
Bathing every leaf with a melodious patter
Maddening every enthusiast getting
pleased and wetter
Sky getting darker and noisier then
Pours
the rain as a hose pipe from Heaven
Some exclaim it’s disgusting some romantic
Some
blame its monotony some praise it as magic
Scene worth luck of a lifetime I often feel
Carefree
moments to make your tension nil
Guwahati- I love you for all the rain
You shower upon me every now and then
You shower upon me every now and then
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