July Rains
July rains are like a soothing balm,
Drizzling softly on your loneliness,
Bringing wistfulness to lost memories—
Like the nostalgia of a half-read book,
It's pages fluttering with the scribbles
Of immature thoughts.
Like the scent of freshly brewed coffee
And the warmth of hot medu vadas,
Like the call of wrinkles on an unmade bed,
Yearning for another cuddle, another warmth.
July rains, indeed, are special,
For they weave an enchanting clime,
Like a spell of peace that lingers in the air!
