Raindrops

The days when I played in them Not listening to any words from mom. Cherishing each drop falling on me Feeling as though a sparrow is free Sloshing, sploshing, and splashing Amidst lightning flashing Puzzling over the bubbles Formed over the puddles The tentative rainbows on them Shining like the Kohinoor gem Counting them as though stars Or scattered pearls of Mars Trying to collect them gladly Seeing them break, sadly Going on, thus, till the drops Each last one, finally stops. I nostalgically think of those days. My heart beams with romantic rays. Will they come back anymore? This question quakes my heart's core...