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

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This was amazingly written! Though your progression of emotions/imagery is what really strikes at the heartstrings... a true journey of words.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much! Your reviews always inspire me. :x

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

It has been nothing but a pleasure, getting to know your work.

[Vidushi Sharma]

You know it relates! Rain can signify every possible emotion: love, joy, lust, sad, loss........
well portrayed!! :D

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Vidushi! :x

[RedRozeNinja13]

I really enjoyed your poem-I just wanted to let you know. I used to write poetry, and now people like you are inspiring me to get back into it. I'd just like to say- thanks so much ^ ^. I don't know why I stopped.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Why did you stop? I mean, if it's your passion, then flame the fire! ;) Hey, it's never too late to get back. Thank you for your inspiring words! :)

[Lydia Shutter]

The rain can allow us to hide emotions. Our minds can drift to other times and places while walking through it. A poignant write. Good one. Lydi**

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Lydia! :)

[OTownPete]

Quite a lovely write maganda. Your friend in words, Pete

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Pete!

[rutherford]

Enjoyed the sense that the rain allows for memories and almost a feeling of time travel. Wonderful narrative

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Rutherford... :x

[BlueZan]

Heartfelt, beautiful, joyous and saddening at the same. Wonderful write, I am glad that you shared this. It inspires personal memories in the reader while she shares her own. =)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, BlueZan. That's so sweet. :x

[Sue]

I associate rain with sadness but have also had some joyful times in it - life-giving but so wet! lovely poem again Blue :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks again, Sue. :x

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Sometimes memories, especially ones that are stay with you for a long time, can come out of the blue, or, in this case, from an event, such as a rain storm. It's a quite sad poem, but nevertheless joyful to read.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much, Greg! :x

[Aethereal]

This free verse poem was a delight to read. I rarely write free verse, but I was inspired to write a tiny free verse gift quatrain for you that sums up my thoughts on this poem:

Rain Dance

She dances under a cloud
in the pouring rain
as she bathes her parched life
in quenching tears of mercy.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Aethereal for your beautiful words. ;)

[Aethereal]

Your welcome! Free verse works better than rhyme at times.