The rains..

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.



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