The fields would sway to the wind
the children in trains waving back.
The tides would get back their surf
the farmers too engrossed in work.
When the rains hit us days on
it made pools of watery slush.
The mud would entrance the kids
who would make pots with the clay.
The sun would peep in on the dew
so the grass could retain the shine.
The grasshoppers would jump in joy
crickets playing the game of life.
The butterflies were very choosy
as to which flower they would sit.
This made it difficult for us to catch
by reading their minds in tiny heads.
Perceptions 
Reblogged this on Perceptions and commented:
My childhood memories of the rainy months in India…
The monsoon rains have started..since today morning the rains have arrived
Rainy season is the best
Yes, do agree 👍
Beautiful 😊❤
Thank you Krishna 🙂
Always welcome 😊
Nostalgic monsoon season…for me at least!! 🙂
I am glad you liked it 🙂
Amazing! Kerala is blessed. Transfer some blessings to Northward!!!
🙂 Let the winds give godspeed to the rains on their journey northwards..Thank you Abhay
Welcome Sir! It was really beautiful to read!
Yes absolutely true and those were the days when we enjoyed just like the beautiful way u described your poem, Sunith.
Yes 🙂 Thank you Kamal.
Welcome Sunith.
Beautifully expressed Sunith.
Thank you Rupali
Beautiful! Brings back childhood monsoon memories.
Thank you Rethy
Beautiful!!
Thank you Pragalbha 🙂
Enjoy the monsoon rains! ☺️
Thank you
Rains are so refreshing bringing alive everything Sunith…. beautifully penned!
I fully agree. Thank you Radhika
When it rains and you’re in Kerala! That’s amazing. You’ll feel like you’re delighted forever😁💌
This is my new blog.
True Sameeha 🙂
Very beautiful read, I can view everything in words
Thank you for your lovely comment