It’s raining memories !

It’s raining cats and dogs ,

The smell of the earth lingers ,

The tea boils at intervals ,

The mother calls for her kids .

The streets begin to fill ,

Thunders cause spine chill ,

Careful do not spill ,

Calls the mother standing still .

Her fingers hold the onion batter ,

Her hands steady on hot oil platter ,

Carefully she let’s go off the matter ,

Watching the onions splatter .

The kids jump in puddles ,

And laugh innocent giggles ,

Some boats make small bubbles ,

While others sink and tumble .

Close all windows , she calls

Dry your hair , she says

But as she sees that cute dimple ,

Time freezes and her happiness doubles .

– Nidhi

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