Kirti V
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
I agree completely… The monsoon knows our school schedule 😂
So true.. Monsoon knows the schedule.. loved the last stanza💚💚
Thank you dear
Very true.. 🤣🤣 thank you for reading Jaya mam
Very nice kirti. I lond for those days
Thank you dear… Yes… Longing for those days
Lovely poem
Thank you dear
Beautiful, sweet piece of nostalgia. Enjoyed reading it. 💚💚
Thank you dear Moonmoon
Very nicely penned
I too loved showing off my umbrella
Love for monsoon will never fade
Still enjoy raindrops falling on my face
💚💚💚 same here… Feel sad that thr current generation is missing a lot of simple yet memorable moments like these
Haha, such a cute one. Brings back some of the best memories.
Thank you Sheetal
Monsoon school puddles n holidays💚
Thank you Sonali