Acrostic poem

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Mundane sky roared aloud,

Out came bursting, thundering cloud.

Nestled in my cosy chair I sit,

Smelling the whiff, as raindrops fills the pit!

Over my curly hair, like diamonds drops settle,

Out I go, hearing whistle from my kettle.

Near the windowsill I sit, to see rain dancing on petal!

Shristee