A poem on nature

It Rains

It rains here it rains there

And it rains almost everywhere

The whoop of the wind

And the song it would sing

The chatter of the water

The manner it would slaughter

Sometimes it is kind

Otherwise leave everything behind 

It rains here it rains there

And it rains almost everywhere

Earth is lover of this mighty rain

Its absence could not even get us any gain

Earth is our mother and we are her child

By an unknown relation, earth and rain are bind

Song of the birds and dance of the wild

By the end of rain our earth got mild

It rains here it rains there

And it rains almost everywhere

-Composed by

ARPIT VIJAYVARGIYA