Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter,
The rain comes down
And we go out to see
The showers of blessings from the sky.
And as I get drenched,
I feel I'm all blessed !
(I wrote this poem last December when I was at Achamma's house for vacation)
The rain comes down
And we go out to see
The showers of blessings from the sky.
And as I get drenched,
I feel I'm all blessed !
(I wrote this poem last December when I was at Achamma's house for vacation)
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