The rain drops fall like nostalgic music,<\/p>\n
Echoing the laughter of the past,<\/p>\n
The excited giggles, the rushing to the terrace,<\/p>\n
The present stillness \u2013 such a sharp contrast.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Our little hands clasped onto dad\u2019s fingers,<\/p>\n
Our tiny feet splashing in the puddles,<\/p>\n
Hours spent getting drenched in the rain,<\/p>\n
Ending with shivering, but, warm cuddles.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The chilly wind wafts in the smell of the earth,<\/p>\n
My room becomes a time machine,<\/p>\n
Ah! Those lazy mornings and midnight binges,<\/p>\n
And all those moments that fell in between.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But change is a constant we all bear,<\/p>\n
Now miles apart \u2013 I do wonder,<\/p>\n
The people I grew up with are so far away,<\/p>\n
Are all those moments now truly over?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cMOOOOM!\u201d screams my daughter as she bounds in,<\/p>\n
Animatedly pointing to the torrent outside,<\/p>\n
Before I know it she\u2019s pulled me to the terrace,<\/p>\n
Cheering as the rains intensify.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She jumps and splashes water on me,<\/p>\n
I too become a child with my mischievous elf,<\/p>\n
Her tiny hands clasp my fingers tightly,<\/p>\n
I smile as history repeats itself.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We play, we dance, we slide, we squeal,<\/p>\n
It never really gets over, there is no end,<\/p>\n
My siblings are probably doing the same elsewhere,<\/p>\n
Rains make the past and present walk hand in hand.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
-Prachi S<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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