The Monsoon Memoirs

I remember the anticipation of the monsoon

My small world waiting for the rains

The respite it brought to the dusty roads

And sweltering summer heat

The welcome sheets of gray shielding the sun

I remember the downpours during the summer holidays

Making paper boats for the gutters

Leaning out the window feeling the spray on my face

My mother calling out to me 

Handing me a bowl of hot spicy peanuts

I remember how the sea looked in the rain

Giant waves taunting the skies

The wild wind sweeping the rain

I still have not forgotten

How the rain and sea became one 

I  remember the walks in the rain

A tree under which I stood

The emerald rain drops dripping from the leaves

The sparkling eyes of a boy I loved
Who walked with me twice in the rain