Do You Remember
Do You Remember
Do you remember when we played in the puddles in the September rain?
Do you remember how autumn trees lost all their leaves in the windy fall rain?
Do you remember the sounds the rain would make, when it hit the window pain?
Remember the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies in the air, while we dried our drenched hair next to the roaring fire.
I do remember the September rains, where as a child I played. I’m all grown up but in my mind I still like to play outside in the September rains. No longer I dry my hair by the roaring fire. But the sweet smell of fresh baked cookies still lingers in the air. Specially after playing in the puddles in the September rains.
Dedicated to VP