I wrote this poem and my music teacher liked it. She told me that I should post it on my website, so there you go dear teacher, its write here.
As it sparkles in the sky.
It feels soft as it falls,
The sound is comforting and cold,
But in my Country Pakistan.
There was a time when I didn't like the rain
because of the floods by the rain water and so much blood shed by the terrorists,
But now it feels comfortable. The sound of the rain.
I am away from the terrorists,
I love srilanka
I love the rain here.
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