Boats of paper, crafted with tender care,
Set adrift upon the rain’s gentle touch,
A boy’s innocence, pure and unaware,
In puddles, dreams floated with hearts so much.
Laughter danced like ripples in the wet street,
Echoing through memories of days gone by,
When friends and siblings gathered, joy complete,
In rain-soaked moments, where spirits did fly.
Enchanted by the simple pleasures they’d find,
Youthful spirits danced to nature’s refrain,
Raindrops whispered secrets, memories aligned,
Forever etched in hearts, a cherished domain.
Nostalgia blooms as raindrops kiss his face,
Lost innocence recalled, in each embrace.
