It was raining hard. But the sky was quiet,
no lightening fireworks to set the mood
and no loud thundering music to accompany the happening.
As both of us looked out the door,
we could hear the sounds of dropping and splashing.
We could see the rains dancing on the red pedestrian walk.
They flowed along the pavement and crossed the lawn
and disappeared through the drain.
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After a while, the rain went easy and stopped.
But the leaves were enjoying the last bit,
seeing water flowing down ,
forming little drop at the edge
before jumping off
pushed by its weight
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Rain has been falling down for zillion of years,
draining the heavy cloud,
clearing up the hazy sky,
bringing life back to the dry land.
As it stopped, the little frogs were croaking
in chorus rejoicing the after climax of the rain.
The soil was moist,
the males croaked continuously to serenade the females.
There was wetness everywhere.....,
on the road, the leaves
and even in the air.
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Bangchik
Putrajaya, Malaysia
