When rain water flows downstream through the lanes,
And over the roads, it softly refrains,
Seating behind window wide, I reminisce,
Feeling the breeze that brings pure bliss.
Pulling back my childhood days,
In playful echoes, the memory stays.
Splashing in puddles, carefree and wild,
Laughter that echoed, just like a child.
The rhythm of raindrops, a nostalgic song,
Reminds me of moments, where I belong.
Running barefoot, the damp earth beneath,
Each raindrop's touch, a cherished wreath.
In whispered secrets, the raindrops speak,
Tales of joyous tears upon my cheek.
The downpour's symphony, a timeless tune,
Echoes the monsoon's enchanting monsoon.
A canvas of memories, washed anew,
In every droplet, a story to view.
Each ripple reflects a moment's grace,
Of innocence cherished, a sacred place.
From puddles to streams, a journey so sweet,
In rain's embrace, our pasts do meet.
As waters flow, taking me by hand,
Back to a world where dreams expand.
So let the rain weave its magic spell,
Recalling stories that in my heart dwell.
For in the downpour's gentle embrace,
Lies the essence of time and space.
As rainwater flows, a nostalgic scene,
Reviving moments that once have been.
In this symphony of life's refrain,
Childhood's joy forever will remain.
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