As we slept last night, we could hear the thunder and heavy rains through out ... morning when we wake up, our surroundings appeared like quite hill station. And it was such a pleasure to see our garden that appeared more greener than yesterday, courtessy rain water wash/bath.
A small poem I am writing narrating my garden's beauty today,
We do our bit of gardening,
But you do all the watering,
All my plants appear cleansed and washed,
They flaunt the beauty that is unmatched!
How do you give them such deep colors?
How do you kiss so tenderly the rose petals?
Oh Rain, keep my garden blessed always!
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Very thoughtful verse!
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