The Silent Rain

I FELT the cold breeze touch me,
I SMELT the petrichor in air.
In a silence as silent it can be,
I HEARD the rain pouring near.
I ran out as soon as I got free,
and I TASTED the rain drops on my face.
Standing in silence under a tree,
I SAW and reposed in nature’s grace.

 

Prose + Poetry

Alka Gupta View All →

Leading Marketing #Growth @rentomojo. Lover of all things organic and vintage. Nature lover. Avid reader and a Wanderess chasing sunsets. Finds beauty in grace.

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