The dark clouds gather and thunder..
evoking memories of innocence
the pitter patter of the incessant rains
as the trees sway with the watery breeze
the green cover blinds the eye
everything appears washed, cleaned
the smell of the cardamom masala chai
and the fresh pages of the unopened book
the time passes away slowly
the droplets sometimes hurry, sometimes slow
they are like a painting that needs to be seen
a music that needs to be heard with patience
and a feeling that can only be experienced slowly
the fresh water of the pond reflects the green
against the white of the sky
moments cherished, memories made..
and another chapter added in the diary of life.