Monsoon rains

In my childhooddays i enjoyed the monsoon rain,
through my window,
its like a horripilation,
i likes to absorb the cool breeze ,
in my each cell,
like an old comrade,
witnessing my ups and downs,
i was fascinated by her feminine love,
her passion to dissolve in the river,
i do appreciate my divine friend,
i always sat close to the window,
while travelling in bus,
if its raining its enchanting to my eyes,
in my middle aged days,
when i lived in the metropolitan city,
i can only watch the walls close to my flat,
through my windows,
i missed the monsoon rain,
but i felt to memorise my teenage days,
if its raining outside,

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