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After having lived in India for 7 years...

Submitted: May 11, 2008

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Submitted: May 11, 2008



India, a country of fascination,
With all it’s wonderful sites,
The rain for me it’s one realisation,
As the dirt and water start their fight.

There is that heaviness in the air,
As the start comes near,
Everything comes to a halt,
Until the sky erupts in fear.

Nothing can explain,
As the water starts to fall,
The joy of torrential rain,
When everybody stands up tall.

To the countries that need it most,
Rain becomes so rare,
And as drought fills up our lives,
Water becomes so difficult to share.

For me a joy of life,
Is to see the water cool,
The heavy heat of India,
Which hits the rich and poor.

There is nothing more beautiful,
Than to see the monsoon fall,
As the water is so heavy,
And nothing stops it at all.

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