Ode To The Rainy Days Of Yore

Oh, rain-soaked days of the 90s and 2000s,

When screens were yet to hold our gaze

When joy was found in nature's embrace,

The monsoon mood of India prevailed.

Upon the earth, the drops did fall, Infusing the soil with a fragrant call,

As birds on branches, their song did enthrall,

Awaiting the rain to end their sprawl.

We, the children of a bygone age,

Danced in the downpour, unbridled and sage,

Crafting paper boats, a skill we'd engage,

In the innocence of youth, life's best stage.

Cycling through streets, feeling the breeze,

Nature's touch, a moment to seize,

The croaking of frogs, the insects' hum, Life's harmonious symphony had begun.

Street vendors thrived in the monsoon glow, Samosa and bajji,

Warm hearts they'd bestow,

With coffee's aroma, our spirits did grow,

As raindrops painted stories on roads down below.

But amidst the mirth, a contrast did lurk,

Power cuts, a reminder of a world that would irk,

Yet, in those trials, our spirits would perk, connecting with nature, we found our worth.

Oh, nostalgia's embrace, those good times we hold,

When friends were true and hearts were bold,

Through rain and shine, we found our gold,

In memories left, a treasure to behold.