Winter rains

About the beauty of rain in winter

Slowly falling from above,
A source of happiness,a means of unwinding.

Filling the air and damping the soil,
As the wet soil aroma encircles the town.

Standing in the winter rain,gazing at the mountains afar,
As fog embraces it, and cradles it in mist.

And from a top maybe some see,
A town with a blanket of misty sea.

Wandering maybe that sun arises a little lately,
As a misty slumber, seizes the inhabitants beneath.

And as we walk in winter rains,
The streets are empty and so are the lanes.

Standing in shelter, as we stare at the scene,
Winter rain in a deserted lonely street.

Mist and fog, and dim lit street lights,
Gives me a chill, as eerie silence engulfs the lane.

And now as the evening sun, that rose never but,
Set and fades, replaces it name the night time rain.

As people rush about and about,
To get home to beloved waiting about.

And now as the night is full at its peak,
People enjoy tea, and watch in delight.

As The Lord above bless the Earth,
With His omnipotent might.

Author's Note

My first time :)