A final ray dropped to the ground
Kissing the sunflowers a soft goodbye
The golden lining is resting away
In the dusky cushion clouds.
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The trees finally dance
Freeing their branches through the air
The thirst of 12 months
Is satisfied in this rainy care.
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How the barren lands
Aashvi Solanki
Gift us the greener plains?
Oh, it’s the angel of the cloud
Throwing her pixie dust of rainfall,
In July the month of flourishing.