Whispers of May Rain
Whispers of May Rain:
Nature’s Embrace in the Hmar Hills
May rain arrives with a scented sweep,
Over the Hmar Hills, where old memories sleep.
Each droplet recalls a childhood song,
As misty veils drift the green hills along.
The trees bow low, their leaves agleam,
While animals shelter in rain’s cool stream.
Paths turn to rivers, the world is drenched new,
Yet laughter and longing in the downpour grew.
Nostalgia stirs as thunder calls my name-
Exotic pleasure in rain, never twice the same.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
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