Tiny drops of wonder
with a dash of breeze,
Rolled over,
And fetched her those
memories.
Her innocent rainbow
eyes in awe,
Exuding countless
emotions.
That scattered
army of high-headed ants,
A disturbed
symmetry of birds,
Those street
bullies hounding shelter,
And many other
train of thoughts.
Rolling over,
How much had she aged?
But still these rains
Bring back,
The girl by her
bedside loving a drizzle,
That happy kid with a
"Rainy day",
Tricking over to be
HER again.
Those dewdrops were
not from a winter twilight
But a flash borrowed
from her childhood.
