Winter As A Child

As the rains come down from the heavens

I watch puddles of water fill up with my childhood

I remember the days I used to play with paper boats

floating them across the riverbanks

Carrying umbrella adding extra weight

to the luggage we carried,oh what a fate

it wasn't something dreamy or great

while missing the bus and going late 

I remember enjoying the rain 

with caffeine and sugar grains

then my eyes would blink 

on seeing the lightning strike.

how could I forget about the thunder

which brought noise during midnight

the room would be quiet

with the sound of wind growing louder

Now looking back at my childhood

I wish I had spent more time

just to sit out and watch the rain

instead of reciting the boring rhymes