In the afternoon, the rain falls upon the park, on everything, the verdant lay.
It's heard the sound of forming beads on leaves, and the droplet dances.
Whene'er it's swaying by breeze, a refreshing essence is released from the branches,
The greenish shadows're in tranquility of the long, serene summer day.
(28th, May,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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