The First Rainfall..

The First drop of rain,

falling from dark curtain of cloud.

Running through narrow drains,

knocking on my window so loud.

(Then I come out from house)

Running through wide street,

touching my bare feet.

Here the rain on his way,

and starts raining in the month of May.

Roaring water gushing though gutter,

through children's sailing their paper boats.

Sound of falling water rushing to utter, 

that I come from cloud's throat.

Here comes the rain again,

I feel it through my veins.

to give life to all,

and here comes the first rainfall.

The Old Thing's

It is Said that “Old is Gold ”!.

I always remember my old thing's. 

I wish that I'll get back them but now they are just forgotten.

 I still remember my little teddy with red muffler , yeah!! one eye black and other was lost .

 

I don't know where ,and my tricycle also my friends used to ride on it.

  The old clock on my wall with the pendulum, whenever I saw it my head started spinning and 

the old radio + tape recorder ,I loved to listen songs on it but radio played usually old songs , that’s why I used cassettes of new movies to listen songs. 

There was a fan also , we used it in summer, but now it's getting older like all.

 and yes that lego toy's how I forgot that, small building blocks we made many things using that,

 

and I also have my own toy story which had a lion ,gorilla, duck, deer, ship not a sheep , and a snake not really just a plastic toy.

                                                                    

I remember all that things , but what I remember most is my old friends, but they just lost I don't know where.