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Monsoon Diaries

Waking up to the alarm of pitter-patter

And the aroma of petrichor.

I wondered if the monsoon had

A calendar of some sort.

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Oh! How could the rain know,

When the school would reopen?

As it starts on the day

In June, when the schools opened.

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Forget the day and date,

The rains seem to know,

The time we would start to school

And start back home too.

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Wading through the puddles,

Guarding the new bag and uniform,

It was indeed an uphill task,

To travel during downpour.

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The pride of having the

Trendiest umbrella of the lot

And showing it off to friends,

Oh!! What a feel it was!!!

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Days flew by and

The times have changed,

But the love for monsoon

Will never ever fade.

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Pic courtesy : reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

Kirti V

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