When the rain comes…

When the rain comes,

it brings a chuckle on everyone’s face.

When I enjoy it,

it feels like it’s the end of my bad days.

Everyone seems to be pleased

as they forget all their pain.

“What is the best thing ever?”

I think it’s a shower of rain.

All flowers turn into their best ever look,

picnics are planned among friends.

When it rains in the sands,

it’s just like a new life to the weary bands.

Sometime, somewhere, someone had asked me,

“How many types of people are there?”

I answered-“Those who have enjoyed rain

and those who have never”.

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