This is the time, monsoon.
Then
Loves the cool air, dislikes the mud
Loves the hot tea, dislikes the damp clothes.
Likes to stay under the sheets
Likes to see drops running over glass roof Loves to see rain from shelter, dislikes to get in the rain.

Dislikes to stay inside the class, dislikes to get sick.

Now
Dislikes changed to likes and nostalgia when i could no longer feel anything in mind.

Dear lost old days, know you wont come back
But I wish to be a little kid again.