Baskadia

Rainbow 🌈

nature refreshing after rain

Portrait photography

rainy night

Rain

Flowerss

Adety

Jungle rain

Jungle rain lady running to get home with her umbrella

Rain

Raindrops visible from the windshield of the carRaindrops visible from the windshield of the car

The little rain in village

After Rain

The language of rain is the language of heart it will touch you, deep in your heart Rain will tell you about the sadness of the past the memory in your mind Rain will sing to you the song of the soul it will tell you the story of loneliness The language of rain is the the language of silence when you sit alone on your room while rain falling from the sky

the city in the rain

After rain 🌧️

Beautiful Flower after Spring's Rain

Short poem

Rain drops with a desire To wash away some undesires... The cold wind flows as it has no destination Touches our soul with a sweet shiver.... Thunders struck with flash Unraveling the darkness around.... Clouds mingle with each other Creating a grey canvas of an unknown artist.... The environment dances without any tune Making our mind and thoughts sway with it....

A spark of hope, it rained.

It rained... And while I was down, hopeless. The breeze and the liveliness brings forth a spark of hope. For the moment, nothing else matters aside the revived hope. It rained peace and it's all well.

The Rain 🌧️ Day

The sky cries

Lack of drainage system in pakistan.

In Pakistan, the lack of a proper drainage system causes many problems, especially during heavy rains. Cities like Karachi and Lahore suffer from severe waterlogging and flooding. This issue makes it difficult for people to move around and also increases the risk of diseases like dengue and malaria, as stagnant water becomes a breeding ground for mosquitoes. One main reason for this problem is rapid urban growth without proper planning. Buildings and roads are constructed without considering the

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

THE RAIN

It's raining cats and dog outside I look like a prisoner inside The snows are falling I sleep and do nothing My tongue craves for a mango My ear wants to listen worhip song too I smell the rainy season I thought April is a summer vacation (IMAGERY) The sorroundings were so white like snow (Simile) A rabbit here don't know what to do They swim every ocean and climb mountains (Personification) Just for their needs to sustain When will this rain ends? I'm bored, I don't like the trends! The horse lost it's horn so signal is missing (Hyperbole) The flash had blue and scary lightning Sun! Sun! Sun! Where art thou?? Rain? Stop dropping, aren't you? ✍️AteAye

****KISS ME IN THE RAIN****

Basking heart breaks