Come Here, It Is Raining
Under the shade of a gentle tree
Listening the songs of the wind
Cracking its way to my ears
Time of rain, the time is near
And when it comes
You can see the frogs dance
In the ponds of green mold
And green moss
And the birds hide
With me under the tree
Getting wet
That's what they fear
Let the frog dance in the rain!
You don't dance here!
You will get wet!
Come to me!
Just come here!
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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