Memories of Monsoon

I could hear drizzling raindrops.

And their music playing upon my heart,

No lesser than notes of Mozart.

Such thoughts then my mind crops.

Taking me back to those stops,

When we all had a pleasant start.

As a family we played our part,

Nostalgic am I of days gone by.

When pouring rain would seize our play,

We heard that music in background then.

And during conversation once again as when,

You put that window down to communicate.

Gushing of rain once more my thoughts predominate.