Those Days

The pitter patter of

The soothing rain

Is so embalming,

It alleviates my pain.

The pregnant clouds

Emit a misty spray

And brightens up

The dullest day.

Rowing paper boats,

Had muddy feet;

Ah, the memories of

My childhood sweet.

We played, had fun

Away from mundane,

I wish I could get those

Moments back again!