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I am waiting for a scarlet drop
That is coming from the heaven.
It is a long awaited thing
That I don’t want to miss.
Who knows it will be the last
Or who knows it will be ever lasting?
It doesn’t matter how small it is.
It doesn’t matter how long it stays.
I just feel it.
I just think about it.
Because it is my long awaited thing,
The thing is a drop of rain.
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Anis from Bangladesh writes, “I
love rain. Rain is a
symbol of purity. I wrote this poem in the summer when I felt
the rain energize nature as well as me. I always love touching the
first drop of rain. It feels great to watch
the first rain of the year.” |
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