You are again in your childhood,
In an unknown place,
With a lot of strangers,
But with elders and your siblings,
And you playing around the premise,
The distant old building,
A few benches to sit,
A lot of rooms, for you to run,

And outside it is raining heavily,
Someone says the river has overflown,
And you see worried faces,
Of adults about reaching home,
And of kids, smiling,
And too busy, making friends,
All adults too, seemingly becoming friends,
But you overhear, they are asking for some help,
You realize for you to go home,

Soon the kids would go home,
Your friends, their parents,
It is getting dark,
Colder, windier,
People leaving,
Your newly made friends too,

And you there, staying,
Now worrying a little, a bit,
How will you ever go back home,
The river still overflowing,
The road will clear up,
Or not,
Will the routes,
Transport resumed of not,
Will the bus go back home,
Will it stop raining?
Or you have to be stuck here for long,

You plan, what will you do,
If you had to sleep here,
Plans, scary-looking dawn,
And several ways to get out,
But you look up to the adults,
Tensed scary face,
But you have faith in them,
They will find a way,
Find a way out of it,
They will, right?