Rain, rain, stay a while...

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This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl.

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Little Anusha wants to play;
Rain, rain, go away!

I hate when it rains. I hate it because the earth gets wet, makes it impossible to play my favorite game – Lock and Key – with my friends.

This is what I used to say when I’m young, and that’s the truth as well. Now, I’ve grown old, living all alone in this big house. My sons are living abroad with their families, and they never bother to visit or call me on the phone. I hate it to the core, but what can I do? That’s the gift of getting older right?

Relationships may fade, people might change, but the rain never. These days, rain is my only best friend. When it rains, I sit on the veranda, open my heart, share my inner feelings, and shed my tears to get dissolved in the rain. I feel good. Maybe, that’s why I wish it to rain, a lot these days.

Rain, rain, stay a while,
Be a reason for my smile,
Older Anusha wants to talk;
Rain, rain, let’s happily walk!

And, I Hope, there comes an end to this Elder Abuse!

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