Those childhood memories
would wait for the rain—
so carefree, so innocent,
filled with countless little dreams.
When the first raindrop
touched the tiny grains of earth,
the whole world awakened with fragrance,
and a flood of happiness filled the air.
Peacocks spread their feathers and danced,
birds began to fly across the open sky,
as if, in that single moment,
they had found all the joy of life.
And when a little raindrop
fell gently upon the earth,
it seemed to dance too—
drip, drop… rhythm after rhythm,
like a sweet song from the sky.
The earth embraced every touch,
making each raindrop her own,
and with every falling drop,
a new feeling came alive.
That rain was more than rain—
it was a celebration of childhood,
a little world filled with
the fragrance of wet earth,
the dance of peacocks,
and the freedom of flying birds.
Even today, when the rain arrives,
my heart begins searching for that childhood—
the same fragrance,
the same innocent joy,
the same dancing peacocks,
the same birds in the sky…
And for a moment,
it feels as though
with every falling raindrop,
my childhood comes back to me. 🌧️❤️
