When I was a kid ..rains meant ..
frogs , yellow ones and tadpoles
Ants ..loads of them and sitting in dark to avoid them and cuddling and joking with each other and stamping on ants when they find their way inside.
puddles and jumping in them
getting wet on way back to school and shivering in the living room to make mummy shout at us for making everything wet and for taking bath soon to avoid cold and we secretly enjoying that
rain coats ..the blue one
walking in water thats upto the knee in school and collecting the red flowers that will fall off the trees
or a rainy day holiday from school that some one would inform while we were already half way and that would bring the biggest grin possible.
Now ..rains mean..
clothes in the balcony that will not dry for 2 days
kids who will soon catch cold
Ants …when near my elder one ..make him freak and when near my younger one , make me freak.
puddles ..that make me worry about my footwear and dress
getting wet and making my house wet…and kids getting wet and catching cold
maid who is the only one to still claim a rainy day holiday
When did I stop enjoying simple pleasures of nature ? Is that what adulthood does to you 😦