Watching raindrops fall down like memories, each one a time capsule of a specific moment in time, collectively washing over your consciousness and temporarily transporting you to yesterday in spite of the laws of physics. That's what rainy days often seem to be made for. The same can be said for beautifully executed poetry such as this. You continue to impress, Jennifer.
Oh, I love this!!! Thanks so much for sending it to me, and I'm sorry it took me so long to read it!
I can't figure out which part I love best. The only thing that could possibly add to this would be Evoca with your voice for extra emphasis. But I like the style you chose here, to add that emphasis that mere words couldn't get across, but the style just added sooo much to it, that emotion, that feeling, that picture and sense of being there and feeling that. Incredible! Fav!
Watching raindrops fall down like memories, each one a time capsule of a specific moment in time, collectively washing over your consciousness and temporarily transporting you to yesterday in spite of the laws of physics. That's what rainy days often seem to be made for. The same can be said for beautifully executed poetry such as this. You continue to impress, Jennifer.