Far in the horizon
The clouds groan heavily
The clap of thunder, the brilliance of lightening
Taking me back to the days
When life seemed so full of promises
When there were no worries
When laughter rang out
From that house down the road
The patter of tiny feet
The scolding when we cousins did meet
My Grandmother calling out over and over again
'Will all of you just get out of the rain?'
We used to laugh away, frolicking by ourselves
Unhindered by the intricacies,
Unaware of any pain
The rains came and went
The years passed by with memories spent
Now the rains again bring back those woes
The howling wind, as it howls and blows
Goes in and out that house again
Where now only my childhood grows..
