THE PETRICHOR OF RAIN AND MY CHILDHOOD.


Pitter Patter rain !!! Keep pouring from the cluster of clouds, with the needling cold drops piercing through my memory lane, prompting my childhood time & again, sailing paper boats through the water logged lanes, and racing on to the lush green fields, and a splashing rain bath with my friends.
 
Battering rain on the window pane !!!! And a journey through my memory lane, with the whooshing wind and that doused balcony , the rich green trees and the rain soaked bird’s agony, the placid lake with the collage of rain drops, the silent sky and the thunder knock….and a flora of joy, as he returns after a hard day’s work….
 
Sprinkling rain!!!! Searching through my memory lane, a flashback of our beloved mother, caressing my young little brother, with the banging bolts and bluish streak of lightening, a closely knitted family bonded with her smiling……..
 
Sparkling rain!!!! Piercing through my memory lane, evoking the moments and our lost school friends, pieces of affections, bits of impressions, when we played and together we smiled, and the last day at school, like a child we cried….
 
Thrumming rain!!!!  Discerning through my memory lane, so relevant to our lives, the love lost and the love gained when it rained. The drops of shower designs an illusive flower, that some day the lost paper boat will float back again, and a comeback of my childhood amidst sweet rain….
 
Pelting rain!!!! Keep spouting forever, with new generation and new era, where we find our first love, our first fear, our first joy, our first tear, the faces who forgot, the faces whom we forget, all sail back once again with that petrichor of nostalgic rain.

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