Fresh start

The grey of the clouds is what I see, 

The pitter patter of the raindrops a cacophony,

The petrichor no longer lures me,

What have I come to be?

I see the kids splash in puddles,

And wonder about life without struggles,

The childhood innocence, like bubbles,

Untouched by life’s troubles.

All around me I hear the crowd’s noise,

Unable to hear my own voice,

Have let mind make all the choice,

And forgotten that life is to rejoice.

But not anymore, says my heart,

Let out the child in you, make a fresh start,

Get drenched in the rain, let inhibitions depart,

Make dancing to tunes of happiness your defining art!