The rain at its best,
Giving me the zeal and the zest..
The tune of the rain making a dance,
So fresh, why should I lose a chance..
The drops going plop on my face,
Cooling me off , at a steady pace..
My mind wanders off to my old days,
Where things happened amidst the rain always..
Fun at college, celebrations alive
With the rains, leaving classes and going for the dive..
Cackling like hens, enjoying every bit..
So carefree, never noticing us getting hit or bit!!
But each time in the corner of my eye, I searched for her, my
idol
A senior at that time, beautiful and swift, with the thrift
of a seagull..
Seeing her in the rains, gives such a feeling of freshness
in the air..
We were close, yet so apart, for she was the senior and it
wasn’t just fair!
Still I always wanted her to come and talk..
For I was scared and always hid behind a sock..
But life was cool , with her and many a friend,
That I never realised that someday it all might end..
The same rains
witnessed it all,
I remember it happening outside the college hall..
Some fight regarding the Arts Day with her best friend..
Earned me a tight slap at the very end..
The whole college was aghast,
The teachers came out fast..
The silence was killing,
And time never ticking..
I was hurt by the act..
My idol never even asked me the fact..
Humiliated in front of all..
Making me look so small..
The rains kept pouring on..
And the crowd had long gone..
But I remained there unmoved and still..
Wanting to jump off the hill..
Should I hate the rain??
No, because one day I get the gain..
Of her apologising for the incident,
10 years later when I met her by accident..
I got back the sister I lost..
And I enjoy the rains at any cost..
This time with her and our family..
Hope time never changes and go to flee…
