It splashes and nails in the rhythm over my window pane.
I hear heavy rustling of leaves and deep gurgling of sky.
It started again, again down pouring.
My valley, pristinely covered in petals of flowers.
Magically painted in light green- yellowish chewy leaves of oak.
Farmers started sowing and whistling to their Bulls.
I hear my beloved singing me sad tune.
It's summer again, season of rain.
When leaches and beetle wrestle, I keep my cup of ara on the stone watching them.
While a friend plays me flute of sad tune, I keep my tears rolling down.
These wheel of samsara, I recollect you summer of 2016.
It's 21, May may take me old.
I step out and in listening into you.
Waiting for the love stories you write when heavy down pour beats.
I know, you have torrential tackles and soothing move too.
My dear summer, please bring some rain adorn in flower.
That will feel everyone a lovely touch.
Dear summer, you are not so far. Bring me beautiful stories.
Some sentimental music and guiter will make me cry.
Thus, wanna cry when you rain on me.
Summer 2017!
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