Rain On the Way
The branches of the trees torn and tattered,Like an innocent lass
Horrified by the dark,
That are lying on the earth
Till my eyes can reach, and
The mud-marks spotted on the road,
Like the wounds on her body, and
The sobbing and sighing
I can feel coming from the surrounding
Whose mischief is it done to my Earth?
Oh rain, you must have gone through this way!
'Rain on the Way' Copyright © Rakesh Patel
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