Nostalgia 2: Run In The Rain Again Poem by Abhinit Chute (abz)

Turns to grey, the sky shifts to dark,
I'm over, I hover and drops fall in bliss;
Ruffles the hair and there into the mind,
Empowers the shower, I get lost in breeze.

The wind aids the tiny globules to my senses,
As I get that it's wet; the mild gallery floor;
The view brews the aura of memories,
With a blink of the eye, shovels upto the core.

Zooms out to the glimpse of a kid running,
Barefoot on the slippery damp field;
Spreading out his arms, he's looking up in the sky,
Adoring every pearl dropped on his eye lid..

Steps up the stairs, he draws out the drawer,
Folds the paper to unfold his art of craft,
Walks to the water huddled up in the puddle,
To vision the tiny voyage of his tender raft.

Nostalgic; it keeps rolling with eyes behaving blind,
Each piece of the aroma shaping me insane;
The peep through the pillars makes me desire
To just keep the stuff aside and run in the rain again..