Musings

The Chattanooga Rain cast its spell ,
With all its mystique and Grandeur..
The rain pours on the blossomed Tulips,
And the cool breeze finds its way through the window sill.
Rains in a foreign land;
Might be different i used to think,
With Fairies,angels and the Rain Gods prevailing above.
Now i know that the rains the same,
No matter which part [...]