Nature At Its Best Charm

Tip tap splitter-splatter , Goes down the rain. Flying down with a clatter , Creating brooks along the lane … From the dark , fluffy clouds... Descending with the breeze.. Exciting the overjoyed crowds , Swaying along with the trees ….. Splashes in the cool puddles , Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ... Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles , And happy faces with wide beams … It is a blessing , a form of love ... No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm , Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough , Because nature is at its best charm ….