Innocence danced in the little boy’s eyes as raindrops caressed his face, mingling with the scent of wet earth. Memories blossomed, carrying him back to monsoons of yore. In those days, he would fashion paper boats with meticulous care, setting them afloat in puddles like miniature vessels of dreams.
With each splash, laughter bubbled forth, echoing through the rain-soaked streets. Friends and siblings would gather, basking in the joy of shared moments, their youthful spirits entwined with the rhythm of falling rain. Those simple pleasures carried an enchantment that time could not erase.
Now, as the rain poured, the boy’s heart swelled with nostalgia, honoring the innocence of those bygone days. The smell of wet ground whispered the story of friendships forged in the cadence of raindrops, forever etched upon his soul.
