Rainy Days and Me

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

It’s a rainy Sunday morning – the kind of Valley morning that brings back memories of simpler times and gentler ways. It stirs within me the flames of my childish dreams and my youthful passions, and all because of the sound of the rain and the smell in the air. Rainy days and me, and memories that always take me back to days now gone and to places still living within my heart.

RAINY DAYS AND ME

By Al Garcia

It’s a rainy Sunday morning – the kind of Valley morning that brings back memories of simpler times and gentler ways.  It stirs within me the flames of my childish dreams and my youthful passions, and all because of the sound of the rain and the smell in the air.  Rainy days and me, and memories that always take me back to days now gone and to places still living within my heart.

Raindrops and cloudy skies.  Hot coffee and a warm embrace.  How well I recall the way it used to be.  The warmth inside and the crying sky outside.  Yet soothing, comforting and calming.  To hear the gentleness of the falling rain.  To sense the serenity of time as it passes by.  To taste the nectar and feel the splendor of life as it was meant to be.  That is the significance of rainy days and me. 

Oh, to reach out and catch a raindrop and feel it in my grasp.  To know that I have touched a part of heaven that is now a part of me.  Who is in control?  Is it me or the falling rain?  Did I really catch a raindrop, or did the raindrop find me to touch my heart and soul?  Rainy days and me is when I wonder and when I think of things that were and could have been and of things that will never be.  And the rain falls and memories flood my mind. 

I hear the rain and see the wetted fields and trees and all plants large and small.  The fields, the trees, the plants like feeding newborn birds seeking to be fed, with their beaks outstretched to catch the falling rain to sustain them, nurture them and strengthen them.  And the rain falls and I sense the birth of hope and of life renewed.

Rainy days and me – a time to imagine.  A time to feel the fading yearnings of my life and appreciate the days gone by without regret or grief.  For soon the rain will stop, the sun will come out and life will go on – but maybe too a rainbow will appear to make this rainy Sunday a memory to be recalled someday when cloudy skies again appear.


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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