I hear the bells toll far away,
lulled only by the sound of the rain.
As the breeze gives the branches a sway,
I sit drenched counting the raindrops.
Its not everyday that it rains this hard,
it feels this summer is different somehow.
Its unique and beautiful, so says the bard,
the monsoon washes your sorrow.
the monsoon washes your sorrow.
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