Memories in the Rain

Rain always drowns us with thousand memories

I stare outside the window

and watch the outpouring of the heaven's tears

bathing the thirsty earth with its delicate drops.

The rain is trying to tell me something

so I attune my ears to the steady rhythm

and listen intently to the song between the pits and pats.

I close my eyes

and will the volume of the music

to drown out the noise of my consciousness.

And in the black nothingness

in a world behind closed lids

I see the vivid images of flooding nostalgia.

I find myself drifting back to the memory lane

of scented roses and of the smell of the raindrops

-- A faded past of a faraway long ago.

I see a pig-tailed six-year-old

eyes brimming with incomparable innocence,

laughing as she clings to the hand of her father.

Her happiness is under the shade of a tree

where she and her daddy are waiting for the rain to stop

(She never tells him she wishes the opposite to happen.)

Years pass and she's quite a woman

And men flock for her attention, not knowing that she's in love

with that boy who shared his umbrella one summer rain.

Now time has made her a definite beauty

But only the rain sees her still playing and dancing in craze,

Also the sole witness to her very first kiss.

Months pass and rain is no longer a joy

Scarred by teenage love and lies, she bleeds

and bitter tears find consolation in the company of raindrops.

Feeling the drips all over her skin

Drowning herself in the flood of pain

Laughing, loving, losing

Dying

She remembers everything.

She wants to hold every drop of the heaven's tears

For every drop is a precious memory

Memories made, memories capsuled

Bridging the gap between

the dreaming and the now...

My eyelids flutter open

And rainbow colors pierce the black-and-white.

The rain has finally stopped singing

And earthly noise fills my ears..

I'm back to reality, I breathe.

Yet, in the recesses of my brain,

I always hear her cries

Silenced by the weeping of the rain.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tom]

Enchanting the way the pitter patter of the rain drops has a hypnotic effect, taking the lady from busy reality to distant pleasant memories of childhood and then onto teenage years as she grew up into a beautiful woman !

A nostalgic and engrossing peruse !

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much, Tom! :)

[Jack...]

Blue, this is out of this world good. I hate using the word wow, but WOW!. There is so much emotion vibrating through this piece. The full scale has been touched and shared and I think this is fantastic, You are one very talented lady.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you for such encouraging words, Jack... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear blue... I wish for you... lovely birdsong.
A breeze to touch your face and the
scent of Chantilly Lace... and sweet grace.
Your poetry is soft upon the ground...
to be lifted up on a branch of a
lovely tree where sunshine rests just for thee.
Truly... Pat

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks a lot, Pat! I enjoyed reading your poem for me. Lovely. :)

[Amantle Moeng]

I love this piece, here there's a deep feeling of connection between the poet, the rain, sadness, happiness, progression through life. Rain always there through the memories, and when it stops raining the poet calls it "going back to reality". I feel a sense of peace that the rain seems to bring to the poet; "..silenced by the weeping of the rain."

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Amantle. :)

[Rose of many colours]

oh tis a sad ending ...but it is well organized though... It sound like there is a lot of truth in it......

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much! :)

[Antoñyo]

It's like a close friend sharing a part of themselves, a privilege you are blessed with to know something as deep and personal as this, for few do. Pieces like this make me love writing and people who write all over again,

Thanks for the share

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Glad this piece inspired you. Thanks, Antonyo. :)

[Antoñyo]

Y'very welcome

[annie lee]

I really love the part when you separate yourself from everything but the sound of the rain, and I love the description of the scene in your head with your daddy. From perfect simple happiness to the more angst-ridden years of maturing, your poem progresses gracefully. I am glad that when you wake up, the memory of the sadness is not overwhelming. It should be as an annoying gnat that you slap without a second thought.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much for your detailed and encouraging reviews, Annie! :)

[Douglas White]

This has good imagery, and a good timeline, but this can be expanded further still until the main character is in her old age. Write what you know, but don't be afraid to write what you can *imagine*.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Douglas. I'll expand my imagination further. :)

[Dean]

Rain is another of those effective stimuli for poetry. You have taken an interesting approach. I think there is a lot you can still do with this one.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Someone said this can be turned into a novel, or a story. Thanks, Dean!! :)

[Catherine Frain]

This is a very sweet poem. It has alot of imagery, and I can mentally see this and it is very beautifully written.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks as always,Tulip! :)