Nostalgic Rains

The pitter-patter of rain on my rooftop.. The phenomenal petrichor And the feeling undescribed.. When I walk bare feet on the fresh green grass. I see puddles of rain on the sidewalks.. As I walk past them.. The smell of hot bhajiyas Being fried at the old tea stall Suddenly makes me nostalgic. It reminds me of the good old days.. Which now exist Only in the black and white memories of my mind The days when the only race was between the paper boats. Reminds me of the heavy grey monstrous clouds Lurking in the darkness of the sky.. Causing winds to settle down calmly.. Before the downpour began. I remember staring at the window pane Where the pearl-like raindrops ran one after the other Accompanied by a gentle, cool breeze flowing through.. Spreading a sense of rejuvenation in all our hearts.