Which Season Is This
The pretty monsoon, the lovely monsoon,
Is the one season that could instantly make me happy.
Oh, I can smell that nostalgic fragrance of the wet, wet sand.
And see the silver mist that has made its way on the young, young leaves.
Glancing around, the sight of the little, little kids,
Crafting their own paper boats with sheer exuberance.
And that one group of high spirited girls,
Who just enjoy the pouring rain to their heart's content.
A little away, those wet, slippery roads,
People being extremely careful as they take a step.
And then, there's my little cousin who loves enjoying,
Playing loud music in his cozy room.
Those scrumptious fritters that mom is preparing,
Are just worth the long, long wait!
And that sound of the heavy rain on the roof,
Is probably the only loud sound that doesn't exasperate!
But what am I doing, you may wonder?
I'm sorry, dear reader, I just realized I was lost in my sweet, sweet fantasy,
Cuz, it's unfortunately winter currently!
Copyright © Adya Pandey | Year Posted 2022
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