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Incessant Rains.

Rains are the master of Everything.

Of Life,

Of wealth,

Of farms and fields,

Of rice and grains.

Incessant rains,

Though needed,

Make much damage.

They ravage the crops,

They plunder everything.

Though it is the master yet,

When it falls incessantly,

It causes enough havoc to ruin whatever has been built with years of hardwork and passion.

Incessant rains,

Are the bridge between what can be and what can’t be.

It’s a thing which often leads to realize what we had,

And with every beauty of life imbibed within.

Adios!

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