A
cool wind blows out there
and
I've covered myself under the big grey blanket
I
can hear the rustle of leaves and branches
And
also the fluttering of corrugated sheets over trusses
Even
the fan is switched on, which too
Makes
a growling sound
Sounds;
all those which refers to that of the wind
I
can also hear sounds of prolonged thunder
Somewhere
far, miles away.
Lifting
one end of the blanket, I peep out through the window
There's
a sudden flush of light
And
then I see the azure blue sky
Which
seems to be greying up with clouds,
And
turquoise green canopy over the horizon.
I
cover myself up once again, wanting to sleep
There's
still enough light under the grey blanket
And
the hue which I see and sounds which I hear
Takes
me down memory lane.
Days
when I left to the nursery crying out loud
And
lazy mornings of the rainy season
Half
awake and not wanting to get up from bed
As
a kid, I had always enjoyed the rain
Making
paper boats and playing in the slush and floods
When
it rained, and fishing, with playmates
But
now, I miss all those chores of that of a child
Yes;
As now it has started to rain outside,
Let
me get some good sleep...
