Childhood

When the

Rain

Thunders

On the

Roof

I think of

Delight

Chidlish, but

Pure

I think of

Jumping in

Mud puddles

Screaming and

Laughing

I think of

Dancing and

Splashing

Each other while

Singing

It might not have been

Music

but it was

Pleasure

I wish

We could

Go back to the

Rain