Waking up to the alarm of pitter-patter
And the aroma of petrichor.
I wondered if the monsoon had
A calendar of some sort.
.
Oh! How could the rain know,
When the school would reopen?
As it starts on the day
In June, when the schools opened.
.
Forget the day and date,
The rains seem to know,
The time we would start to school
And start back home too.
.
Wading through the puddles,
Guarding the new bag and uniform,
It was indeed an uphill task,
To travel during downpour.
.
The pride of having the
Trendiest umbrella of the lot
And showing it off to friends,
Oh!! What a feel it was!!!
.
Days flew by and
The times have changed,
But the love for monsoon
Will never ever fade.
.
Pic courtesy : reza shayestehpour on Unsplash
Kirti V
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