Tiny droplets touch my hands
Beautiful smell of trees
A long way forward
I dream to reach.
Puddle on the road
People jump over it.
And few don't go by that way.
All green and fresh
Wish it rains always.
But this is Chennai
And we cannot expect that.
Let it drizzle again
And i am in love with the rain .
~AarthiNagesh
Beautiful smell of trees
A long way forward
I dream to reach.
Puddle on the road
People jump over it.
And few don't go by that way.
All green and fresh
Wish it rains always.
But this is Chennai
And we cannot expect that.
Let it drizzle again
And i am in love with the rain .
~AarthiNagesh
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