A vivid memories etched in my heart one rainy July morning, when the sky had surrendered to the grey sheets and thunder. We were in our class and it was getting pitch dark The teacher unmoved by the romance outside Went around doing her usual I was losing interest in the grey words To fall in love with the grey heavens above I saw the classroom in a new light that day The whole class looked so wonderfully dark a notch different shade the wet whiffs , the unabashed breeze Kissed my young face The dewy petrichor absorbed me slowly The teacher slowly disappeared as the swaying eucalyptus trees kept calling my name ! How did they know my name ? I wondered ! As I dreamily gaped outside the window A chalk came flying at me Hitting my head. Now , on such rainy days like these when my kids are off to school I sip my tea looking out to the pouring sky And wonder , if they too , will fall in love with the view outside their window. © Preeti S Manaktala
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