Memories of my past make me wish I was little again. – Dr. KP Yohannan
It is monsoon again
I sit alone on my bed
looking through the window
watching the downpour.
It is late afternoon
the sky is angry and dark
the wind is blowing strong
a tree branch has fallen.
Lightning shoots through the sky
thunder roars
the earth shakes
I am scared.
My mind travels back in time
thinking of my childhood
when I was a young boy
going to school.
Nonstop rain
my umbrella was old
had some holes in it
made me wet.
Crossing the ferry
walking all the way
reached my school
with a friend.
All that happened
a long time ago.
Now it is monsoon again.
Memories of my past
make me wish
I was little again.
KP Yohannan. “Raining Again.” Dance Not for Time. GFA Books, 2013, pp. 218-219.
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Wonderful and worth reading sympathetic memories.
Beautiful excerpt. I wish I can write with so much simplicity and power. I grew up enjoying the rain. My friends and I would run around in the downpour and would swim in the small ponds created by the rain. Those were wonderful time and I miss them.