It's a rainy day, I am missing you...
I still remember we met when we were in class two.
That was a rainy day, the day you joined me in my class,
I shared my umbrella with you to catch the school bus…
We always used to sit in the same row,
In all school functions, we used to be together in the show....
Remember, in rainy days, how we used to play with mud?
Also the way we used to play with paper boat, whenever there was flood….
Remember! ! The big hole in your raincoat’s under arm?
I always wanted to put hailstones through that, it was such fun….
It has been years we are not in touch, and I don’t know where you are? What you do! !
But, still on rainy days, I miss you, and I wish I could share my umbrella with you…
Sumita Datta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-raining-2/
