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

[Mark]

Very sweet. I've always loved the rain. It feels like cleansing and the air smells so good afterward.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I agree, Mark.. It's been raining quite often here. :x

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Sister...sister...why do you have the same memory of rain? LOL.

For now, I can't count how many poems I've made with the rain as my muse. They're all hidden inside my books. As we are experiencing now the downpour here, memories keep flashing back...

You're young but I like how you write. Keep it up.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Ate! You sure know how to make me smile. :x

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I have read your blogs. You're young but talented like your ate. Hahaha!

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

LOL, Ate! That's not supposed to be seen yet. They're just drafts. ;)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Haha! I like most the "Elements...." It's superb. "I have learned from it". LOL

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

LOL What did you learn? (Super curious....)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Super curios...hehehe

I have learned the elements of story...actually just a review. LOL.

Honestly speaking, I discovered the similarity of the speakers attitude and feelings with mine. Be careful, sis. I have been there. Same old story of mine... :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Hahahaha. :)

How is it possible to have lots of similarities with someone? ;) Aww.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Ssshh. Maybe we are incarnations of real sisters. Hehehe

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I mean, reincarnations...

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Hahaha. Exactly what I'm thinking! :)

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Haha! I enjoyed this conversation with you, sis. Good night. Study hard. Stay sweet. Be humble. God bless!

[Akshay Rawal]

Wow this poem is a total bliss to read.....When i was a child i used to think the souls used to cry whenever it rained ....the attachment of the rains with the woman well shown, and lovely metaphors such as the thirsty earth...Thanks for sharing

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Akshay, for your wonderful review. :)

[L.Edward]

Wow what an epic tale of a poem. "I am back to reality, I breathe." That's how I felt when I finished this poem. I think I almost held my breath through the whole thing. I was so captivated by the sensuality of it.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Edward. Glad you liked this. :)

[L.Edward]

Your welcome.

[Tam Warink]

Oh, you soooo nailed this one, Blue! You have won your freedom I think. No more free a verse have I ever read and I'll keep to this until I'm... [pick your own ending.] 100/100

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

You had me laughing in knots! Thanks, Tam. :)
(How old are you, anyway?) Just curious...

[Tam Warink]

How old are the stars? We are all made of stardust... so, how old are you? ^_^ (...think Dr. Who)

[Morgan Storms]

Great last line, "Silenced by the weeping of the rain." Great job.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Morgan! :)

[wordwarrior]

A sad poem, yet there are also many happy memories. I think when it goes wrong the [pain tends to overwhelm. I got lost in your many thoughts here.
Very beautifully and poignantly penned.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Wordwarrior. Your reviews are a bliss to read! ;)

[Anand Sehgal]

rains, a mind and a journey ...!! wonderfully done.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Anand. :) I wonder what your avatar means. ;)

[Michael G. Smith]

Great walk you took us on through the pathways of your fond memories. I also love went rains. I open all the windows so as to get all the sound from every angle then get out a book and just sit back and soak up its soothness.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Wow, me too! I love rainy days more than the sunny ones. I just love to curl up in bed, or watch the rain... I have always wanted to dance in the rain, just like the old days. Thanks for this, Mike. ;)