Drip… Drip… Drip. ..
The raindrops tickled me;
soft as a feather,
light as bubble,
reminding me to smile.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
Red umbrella came to my rescue,
when the rain wrapped around,
not letting me go, as I stood
in the middle of nowhere.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
With grass green shirt,
sky blue skirt and
earthy brown boots,
I felt a part of nature.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
New music surrounded me;
rain drumming on the umbrella,
boots splashing the puddle,
laughter bubbling from my heart.

Drip… Drop… Drip…
Pitter… Patter… Pitter…
Splish… Splash… . Splish..
Giggle… Laugh… Giggle…
The child in me is back again.

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This poem is inspired by this painting by Mrs. Ratna Pochiraju.

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Srivalli Rekha

Written by Srivalli Rekha

Srivalli Rekha is a blogger, writer, nature lover, passionate cook, an amateur photographer who cannot live without reading books and good music. Her stories are featured in Sweek Flash Fiction Book(2018), Tales From the CLiff anthology (2018).