Art Of Rain

This is just a spontaneous poem which I wrote while I was sitting on my balcony, watching the rain.

Pitter patter fall the drops
Wetting the roads, shaking the leaves
Every drop falls on a puddle
Adding to the group of natural pixels
Painting the reflection of golden crops

The art of rain is a long process
It goes on for months long
Adding vibrance over the dull,
Rusted colours of the summer heat
It fills nature with its brightness

Rain's art heals the heart
Soothes the eyes, calms the mind
It paints happiness on the sorrows
Of the suffering cries of emotions
And creates another precious art

Art is the mirror of life
Artist is the maker of its reflection
Every artist must have a wish
To be as good and creative as rain
But isn't the idea subtle
like a blunt steak knife?

Author's Note

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