Rain washed all the dirt on the road
But it continuance clogged
And brought back all the dirt on to the road

Mosquitoes bred on the stale water
Flies fed on the food thrown over

The few moments of happiness
Enjoyed by the first few tiny drops
Turned sour
I long for the shine
Heat and the comfort

Rejuvenation of the bright
Intriguing rays playing with
New sprouts of leaves

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