After the rain stops

After the rain stops,
The weather again happily dances & jumps
Then the wind frisks from home to home

The water of rain,
Fallen on every leaf like a pearl
And filling the nature with all beautiful gifts

Beautiful is the weather,
Beautiful is the wind,
O really my heart has become cool to see

The moon is emerging,
But black clouds put the veil on it
But the moon struggles to shine again and again for the world

poem by Pushkar Bisht
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!