The Rain
A torrent lashed against the glass,
Turning the afternoon to gloom.
The city streets glistened,
Releasing a sweet petrichor.
Slowly, a gentle drizzle started,
It was like a shower.
I am a pluviophile.
The city was completely drenched,
It was like a shower.
In the gentle drizzle,
It was like a cascade,
It was like a pitter-patter
On my face.
And the thrumming thunder
Screamed loudly.
Is rain being gentle good?
Or being loud good?
Written by: K Saanvi Naina, Grade 6, Advita International School, Karimnagar.
