A Village After Rain
It rains no more for the sky is blue
And the red earth is warm again.
Roofs of houses steam in the sun,
And there's smell of clean air.
The roadside plants,now fresh and green,
Wave to catch the eyes of passers-by,
While children,happy after the storm,
Laugh as they play and run about.
And palm-trees sway in the breeze,
And drizzle what is left of the rain.
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