Pluviophile 💙

For the storm to arise.

For the flowers to bloom.

For the crops to rise. 

For the grass to gloom.

The love for the petrichor, 

As the summer draws to a close,

The smell that we all adore,

When the monsoon rains have rose.

Just as the fall begins,

With a light warm drizzle,

Grandma closes all the tins,

With the virid children's whistles.

Showers bring down the intolerable temperature,

With pearls of water on faces everywhere

And blissfully shines the mothernature

Truly, God has granted a superior share. 

I feel proud of this poem 💟 For all the rain lovers, go and help it out. Trying to grow audience here, do support :) 

Until the next,

Vidhi