Rainy Day Sunday

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I love to hear the sound of rain. It invigorates my stirring soul, and revitalizes the colors and the fragrance of the awakening day. It is the sound of rain on the window panes that clears away the cobwebs of my dreams and of my illusions.

RAINY DAY SUNDAY

By Al Garcia

I love to hear the sound of rain.  It invigorates my stirring soul, and revitalizes the colors and the fragrance of the awakening day.  It is the sound of rain on the window panes that clears away the cobwebs of my dreams and of my illusions.

How wonderous and how natural the rain can be.  Like falling teardrops from the sky, cleansing the regrets that life can bring.  A melancholy moment or memories long forgotten, it is the rain that brings back time that sometimes makes me cry.

Cloudy days and Sundays always make be sad.  And when the rain begins to fall so to my heart begins to shed the pains of memories past.  Of loves that failed to thrive, and lives that passed me by.  Of vibrant voices and luminous faces that withered and died before their time, and of young bright and radiant boys and young men with dreams, who never got to see or feel the passion that rainy day Sundays bring.  And raindrops keep falling on my memories.

I love to hear the sound of rain.  The sound and inner feelings that it brings, so unlike the sunshine on any given day.  It is the rain that rouses my spirit and washes away the scabs of unforgotten pains and unbearable hardships once endured, to reveal the healing scars of time and of a broken heart. 

Rainy day Sundays sometimes feel so dark and cold and lonely.  And sometimes on rainy day Sundays, I begin to feel insignificant, vulnerable, exposed, and sorry for myself.  But the feeling goes away, as I begin to sense again the beauty of the falling rain, and sense again its silvery translucent energy and power that stirs my heart and touches my soul. 

My life has seen so many rainy day Sundays, and endless lonely nights, Too many cold and wet and threatening days have I endured and defeated.  I lost count of the endless sleepless nights when I tried to shroud the sound of the falling rain with the sound of my beating heart, just to try to make the dreams and memories fade away before they brought back the pain, the sorrow and the tears. 

When will someone stop the rain, and the feelings and memories that never seem to go away?  Rainy day Sundays and lonely nights now come too often and last too long.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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