Rainy Day Nostalgia: Childhood Memories That Still Drip from My Soul

"It wasn’t just rain. It was a feeling — of wet socks, muddy roads, and paper boats that carried our dreams."

There’s something deeply emotional about a rainy day — especially when you’ve lived your school years in India.
Even today, as I sip hot tea near my window, watching the raindrops race down the glass, I’m transported back to those innocent days of school uniforms and soggy shoes.

As the rain hits the windowpane, I sip on this masala chai, and childhood floods back — paper boats, muddy puddles, and laughter that echoed in school corridors.

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☔ School Days in the Rain: Wet Shoes, Warm Hearts

I still remember those mornings when the rain would start just when we were about to leave for school.

• We'd run under mom’s dupatta, trying to dodge the drops.

• Forgetting umbrellas, we secretly enjoyed getting wet.

• The school corridors smelled of wet bags and muddy socks.

• Everyone was annoyed, but also strangely excited.

There was always that one friend who brought an extra pair of socks, and that made them the day's hero!

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🌿 After - School walks in the Rain 

Some days, the rain would start just as school ended.
We’d wait under the shade near the school gate — but secretly wished the wait would never end.

And when it finally poured, we’d:

• Make paper boats and float them in puddles

• Step right into the ditches full of water

• Giggle when our skirts or trousers got splashed

It wasn’t dirty. It was delightful.

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💛 More Than Just Rain… It’s a Feeling

Some days, rainy weather means tea and fritters at home —
a soft blanket, family laughter, and the joy of working while watching raindrops race down the window.

Some are stuck in traffic…
Others gaze out of foggy office windows, letting the rain blur the stress of the day.

And for me?
Rain carries memories.

I still feel the fragrance of wet mud — that earthy scent after the first shower.
I remember those school days…
when the rain would stop just in time to walk home, socks soaked, uniforms clinging to our skin.
Drains overflowing. Puddles turning into oceans for our paper boats.
That innocent thrill of forgetting the umbrella on purpose — just to get drenched.
Just to feel it all.

Because the rain isn’t just water from the sky.
It’s a return to playfulness. A call to pause. A moment of pure emotion.

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🫧 The Smell of Rain and the Taste of Home 

Back home, mom would prepare hot pakoras and masala chai.
That earthy smell of wet mitti would fill the house.
I would wrap myself in an old towel, sit by the window, and watch the sky turn grey and golden.

Now That I'm Grown Up 

Today, I watch the rain from my office window — or sometimes from my balcony while working from home.

And though my hands are on a keyboard, my mind is far away......running in school corridors, avoiding muddy splashes, hearing that old bell ring in the background.

🩷A Letter to Rain  

Dear Rain,
You may fall from the sky, but you always rise in my heart.
You bring back memories that are soaked in simplicity, in school friendships, in muddy puddles, in stolen moments of joy.
Thank you for never changing, even when life did.
– Sincerely, A grown-up child

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