Give it up for the season, Give it up for the rain..

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...