Sweet smell gives the clay
And grass dance with gay;
I’m happy and are all they
At the happy come of Rainy Day.

Attracts me the water of bay
And calls me the cause way;
At the happy come of Rainy Day.

Sweet-message mounds convey
And clouds bring it to say
At the happy come of Rainy Day.

In the home, how can I stay?
While streams call me to play.
At the happy come of Rainy Day.

Water points on the grass –
are shining like sun-ray.
And they encourage me –
to go out right away.
At the happy come of Rainy Day.

To steal joy – that I may
With a great faith oft’ I pray :
For many many happy returns
of such a Rainy Day.

– Rohit Vadhwana (28/8/1998)

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