Rain , the shower of love
Kiss the soul of earth.
It rains over the thirsty days of summer,
Dirty roofs of houses,
Dusty soil of play grounds.
Nature dances in full brim,
With clapping of dripping drops
That falls down with a glowing smile.
The silver stream finds their way down,
To the soil to chill the roots of trees.
Sunny days went for a trip,
To warm the lands so far away.
Yes.. monsoon is back……..
with a sack full of memories.
Sleep beneath a warm blanket,
Playing in rain with friends,
Mom’s sweet scolding while-
Drying my hair with a towel.
Boat race in rain water,
Rainy days while back from school,
Wet uniforms
And shivering class hours.
Colorful umbrellas and raincoats
Can’t fetch these beautiful days again
But still these days persist
Not for me,for some others,
Who are enjoying the days of childhood
How could i forget the lovely monsoon?
The monsoon that comes
In a black cloud car!
The monsoon with a green chill hand!
The monsoon that makes my memories rich..