The splattering rains today rekindled memories few,
Like on leaves winter leaves the morning dew.
I wonder now if it’s rain there,
Hiding from me you are where.
Does rainbow there forms on ground,
And even flowers there make a giggling sound.
Are clouds there made of cotton candy,
So does eating them comes really handy.
Birds there must be of various colours,
Paint the sky does they with their valour.
Houses there must be of flower brick,
How they hold together then must be the real trick.
I wonder if about me you ever think,
Or am I now lost count of countless blink.
I wonder if it rains there,
And if that makes you remember of I am where.
The rain today brought along memories of you,
After ages also which seems new.