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 .