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Pellets of rain hit my forehead, As I sat gloomily on my window sill. Surprised, I turned towards the heaven, And, returned to my senses with awe. With silver silhouette in the sky, Dull and grey clouds were scattered hither and thither. At intervals they sieved a drop, A pellet of rain, for the thirsty earth. 47