rain is back with my childhood, <br />when i ran on streets & explored the wood. <br />giving me a chance to refresh my mood. <br />rain brings back my childhood days, <br />with mind running in different ways, <br />crawling out secretly, when mom refuses, <br />& if caught, making silly & funny excuses. <br />the paper boat sailing in a pond, <br />& we the imaginary sailors pulling it on. <br />for sometime, standing under the tree. <br />& enjoying the scene in glee. <br />the next moment running out in rain, <br />realizing standing here is in vain. <br />splashing feet in puddles in street, <br />stopping for a jiff, to breathe. <br />capturing a tiny, lazy snail, <br />watch it go free leaving a trail. <br />wondering at the seasonal creatures, <br />their bright colors and amazing features. <br />these memories are safe as if in a file, <br />rain opens it and make me smile. <br />it brings back my childhood memories, <br />& leave me with load of cheers.<br /><br />Arfa Iris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-is-back-with-my-childhood/
