Poetry

Clouds as beauticians
Beautified barren earth
Blushed blooms bent head
Plants after facial glittered
Dancing with the wind in glee
Attracting spectators many

Beds of rivers whitened
Raced ahead in pride
Quenching and drenching
Tired their mates on banks

Drops of rain as cream whitening
Shone bright each one
Inviting hopes of bright morrows… Raji❤