RAIN RAIN RAIN
Drizzling down with a great fall,
The warning sign it refuse to call,
Pouring out it’s content in drops,
Wetting the soil and the field’s crop.
Swindling its wind from south to north,
Blessing to some,hinderance to none,
Causing floods and washing away our homes,
Is this a blessing or hinderance in disguise?
What right have we to blame the rain?
When to some its pouring out gain,
Though it may wash away our homes,
But remember it is a gift to mankind
What did you learn from this short poem on nature and it’s gift? Leave your comment please.