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

[Angel]

We never forget our first love...or our first heartbreak...

This is a lovely, bittersweet poem. Very well penned...

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Angel! :)

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a beautiful and refreshing poem, Blue - wonderful images, melancholy but with the hope of that rainbow... Well penned.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Yes, I'm hoping for the rainbow. Thanks, Rita! :)

[Joyce S. Greene]

An emotion packed poem, Blue. I could feel your pain and wanted to reach out to you. Hopefully, as the years pass, your speaker will experience true love and happiness and forget the rain. Nicely conceived and crafted.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Joyce. I love to have you here. ;)

[Mizo4]

nice write, enjoyed reading , good poetic language

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Glad you enjoyed, Marion! :)

[MikeV]

Great read! My fav part "I close my eyes and will the volume of the music to drown out the noise of my consciousness." I love doing that :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

My favorite procrastination. Thanks, Mike. I sure like to have you around. ;)

[Eddie Davis]

Fascinating poem, your words paint the picture of a dream on a rainy afternoon. You have an incredible way of using words that make all your poems very rich and full. If you aren't already, you seriously need to find a publisher, because your work deserves to be read by more than just those who frequent Writer's Cafe. It is always a joy reading your work.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

A publisher!!!! My goodness, Eddie. Are you really suggesting that to me?? I consider my poems to be ordinary, like written by an elementary girl for a literary project! That is a too-good-to-be-true suggestion... But I'm wholeheartedly honored that you have thought of that. I'm elated. ;)

[Eddie Davis]

Don't sell yourself short, Blue, you certainly have talent, and are far better than many poets I have read in some published collections of poems.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

It depends on the audience, I think. One even criticized my poems as mere greeting cards and not at all real poetry. Oh, Eddie, thank you so much for believing in me. :)

[Eddie Davis]

Remember, the Greeting Card companies -- the better ones, that is-- often hire poets and writers to write the message inside. But your poetry seems well constructed and focused, which many modern poets lack. I think you could at least publish your work in some sort of periodical that would get you exposure. Have confidence in yourself, your work is good.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks for inflating my ego, Eddie. I will remember your encouraging words. :x

[Donald]

I always like your poems. They are very powerful and visual. In this you see a range of emotions for happiness to sadness. You are truly gifted..

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Donald, this has touched my heart. Thanks for appreciating my poems. Your reviews inspire me more than you'll ever know. :)

[Subversive Reality]

With a poem of this sort of length, I find its almost like reading a book. A good book will have you totally drawn in, racing to finish the page so you can turn over and reveal what happens next. This is definitely in that category. Well written, beautiful use of language, thanks for sharing!

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Ohh, thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed this! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

"Memories made, memories capsuled
Bridging the gap between
the dreaming and the now..."
I love the way you use the language. You told a realistic story bringing the reader into tale and the emotion. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I love that part, too. Thanks, Coyote, for your heartwarming words. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

You really are a wonderful storyteller. This was engrossing.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks for this review, Pryde! Well-appreciated! ;)