nostalgic rains

Standing in my balcony,
i see the rain fall
small droplets of water
pit patting on the pebbles
washing the dirt from them
making them clean n clear....
little birdies
jumping around, getting their shower,
tress swaying
as if enjoying the breeze
humming their own song with it
as i stand in my balcony
watching the rain fall
the nostalgia of our first walk through the rains come floating by
making me yearn for ur presence here
holding my hand
and gently walking down
the falling rain again .....[:)]