Ok Listen, It was Summer,
With days all dry and sundry,
But that part was all done for,
And it seemed it would soon start raining.
The clouds growing dark,
The trees were
bubbling with high energy,
Leaves in an excited conversation,
And now it ‘was’ the umbrella of Mr. Chaterjee.
So this little boy, decides to hang on,
Well his home far far away, you see,
He sits under a tree,
Felt safe by its huge welcoming canopy.
He saw a flash and then heard the growling,
And some louder growling,
And a few more flashes,
And it finally started pouring.
Lifted in spirits,
He began dancing,
But he felt no pouring,
Just some kisses passing.
He looked around perplexed,
He heard delighted laughter,
He heard birds’ blissful singing,
But wasn’t even close to that quarter
He stepped forward, a
bit,
He stretched out his hand, a bit,
Astonished by what he found,
A bit more, maybe, I should go,
Was going on in his thought,
And a flood of excuses released,
Scaring his little heart to step down.
“You’ll catch cold”
“Mum will scold”
“You’ll trip and fall”
“And everyone will laugh”
Indecisive he began to cry,
And then,
A gush of wind, bit like a drizzle,
Touched past him and made him now,
Ready to dance and be more than frizzle.
He ran out of the shade,
Like a spirit released from a cage,
He did fall and was laughed at,
Mum did scold, and “AAACHHIOOO” was his state.
But that what he felt,
“Euphoria”, I think, it’s said.
Turned him into that rain,
Free in spirit? Others can only guess.