Drops of joy..

The strong smell of mud,
the blooming of a bud.

The smile on the face of a young boy,
the millions of drops of joy.

Fog,
for once no smog.

Fresh cold air,
raindrops wetting my hair.

Roaring thunder,
it can fight the blues and put them under.

Midway showers,
the drops on the petals of flowers.

After a hot and humid day,
drops of joy are given way,
for this joy no one needs to pay.

Serene beauty,
beauty looking at the dry city with pity.

Drops of joy,
only some does it annoy.
For me it's paradise,
lets welcome these drops,
lets rejoice for paradise.
Drops of joy,
those sacred drops of joy.


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