Fishes Are Swimming In The Water

It is a wet monsoon evening. The air is sharp and chilly. The sky is gray. The road is a darker shade, with the rain lending it a matte sheen. 

As I watch the tall, dark and intimidating trees swaying in the blustery winds, I feel a soft drizzle on my face. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

This sound brings back a million memories. 

Smaller and smaller and tinier still, of moments overlooked. And others clear as glass. 

Like those golden and red fishes swimming in that blue water. 

Some memories will forever remain etched in my mind that'll always put a smile on my face. 

Because colorful fishes will always be swimming in that blue water.