The falling rain, the sinking sun,
And I remembered all the fun.
The seven colours arched like a bow
And I went back, many many years from now.
A bunch of students were crossing the street,
Who deliberately got wet without any heed.
Getting drenched in the rain, always gave,
A feeling of freedom, which we all craved.
The people takings shelter were also not spared,
By the cars splashing water in the air.
Floating paper boats in the running stream,
As if ships were sailing in a dream.
Some played cards, some played chess,
Some played football and created a mess.
Some just sat and listened to stories,
All in all they are brilliant memories.
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