Seventh month of the year,
Of seventh year, is here,
Flashes of sunshine, and droplets of rain,
But, does rain always signifies some pain,
It is the rain of abundance, of smiles,
Of washed away tears,
Of happiness pulling you close,
And away from fears,
It's here for you, embrace it,
Rejoice it, do not leave it mere.
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