The Sparkling World Show

Rain season
Everyday always rains
Rain drops sound
The smell of wet soil
Every dropp is a doubt
Between bless and curse
And among all creature
Who enjoy the most humidity
Are the plants and grasses
There’s no one on the park in the rain day
In the corner
In the middle of white thin fog
A little story begins
In the cross of thin fog in the park’s corner
There’s unforgettable small memory
After rain we’ll enjoy
The joy of sunshine
The sparkling world by raindrop

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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