it’s the monsoon..
cloudy sky,
cold wind,
damp mud,
drops falling from heaven.
I love to see the rain,
and recall those days,
when i see the little boy,
who throws his umbrella,
and runs out into the shower,
when his mother shouts,
I love to see him smile.
I love to recall those days,
when i see the little girl,
who let her paper boat ,
into the flooding streets of Cochin.
I love to see her smile,
when her boat sails along.
when others run for a roof,
they spread their arms,
to fetch those heavenly drops.
I love to see the happiness,
a monsoon drops in…
i love to see it rain…