Rain

I remember the heavy rains back in sri lanka

With splashing mud, The little snails

the fresh breeze and the smell of green grass

The smell of grass during rain is really amazing

We used to cuddle up in a blanket and sleep till teatime

We enjoyed the hot cup of teas with a biscuit

while the raindrops filled the courtyards

Rainy days were spent indoors with books and pencils playing tic tac too

We hardly watched the television and always played

The water from the downpour sometimes filled our lawn

We sometimes played in the puddles and splashed on water

Those are our memories of childhood

Which are merely blur yet cherished

Whenever it rains in dubai

I think of those days back in sri lanka

With a blur smile and trying to live the dubai winter

Blur