poem monsoon

The dark clouds begin to come.

on the clouds fall by water drops

and falls on the ground

It’s madee on the ground,, a pound..

You will be seen inn the sky..

got the light strikes on the drop,, making a rainbow

Some humanss like rainfalls.

and some don’tike the drops

You are are looking out of the window..

You see the different colorsof umbrellas..

Sometimes the drop of the rain stops.

Some endless rain doesn’t stop.