The monsoon arrived, the skies turned grey,
Bringing joy to hearts that day.
They lit the fire for fritters and tea,
While we wee fellas ran out in glee.
Drenched in the nectar the heavens send,
Laughing, shouting, without an end.
But times have changed, and memories fade,
No monsoon comes in the way it once played.
No longer the smiles that lit up each face,
Now I’m left out, lost in the race.
I’ve grown up, with work taking its toll,
Forgetting the rain that once filled my soul.
Now I run for shelter, not to get wet,
Golden days I’ll never forget.
Suddenly a splash wakes me with cheer,
Laughter and shouts drift close, then near.
I stand and watch as they rush on past,
Thinking of days that went too fast.
Wishing I could turn back, just for a while,
To live as I did — carefree, with a smile.