Showers of yesteryears

Rain, or the advent of it, has meant many things to many. While a killer of business today, it was dear friend to the same in the yesteryears. Here’s an ode to what we may not venture into.

Showers of yesteryears

Half closed eyes, I woke up then –
Wondering why I dreamt so long;
Till this day, I’d be off by seven –
Else the day would go all wrong;

Half open eyes, I drew the curtains –
And to my shock, I rose;
I could see the looming rains –
And the dark clouds nearing close;

Soon, lightning came and the thunder struck –
My day was all but over;
I sat by the sill, my heart broke –
As men out ran for cover;

The rain kept beating on the glass –
And my thoughts wandered to before;
Those days when I was readied for class –
Past thirty years and more;

Rain, then, was a friend to me –
And I kept cheering it welcome;
Away from school, I giggled in glee –
With fun and games at home;

Woke up late, I loved it then –
And found all dear ones aside;
All day long I was in den –
And then the quilt to hide;

Not shoo away, but my heart wills to –
Now dance and sing in rain;
Like lovers, hug and have it woo –
For she may not come again;

I did all that and a little more –
Leaving aside my fears;
Making merry like never before –
With those showers of yesteryears.