Vardavar aka ‘Water Day’
Armenians celebrate the feast of water, We pondered long, to join or not to bother. No more staying dry, we yearn to delight, With camera in bag, to the street, we take flight.
Dress code, swimsuit, the finest choice to be, Coins in the pocket, the only thing I see, No documents or phone, they'll stay behind, For the watery realm, they're not designed.
We've chosen the most daring quest, To the square with fountains, this place is the best, Where filling the vessel is easy and clear, And drenching the crowds without any fear.
Lucky we are, with weather so bright, Calm and hot, no rain in sight. The children, both young and old, Aim their water guns so bold.
As the day concludes its water-filled play, Suddenly, five buckets come my way, Straight at me, from each direction, Even from a car, without exception.
Fountains have dwindled as the day is done, With just enough water for everyone, This tradition unites people so tight, We're delighted, our hearts shining bright!
