Against my window, the sound of the rain
I looked up.
From my sofa, watching television
Now, instead, I watch the rain
Watching the shower pelt down on the glass
It is peaceful, it is free
The sweet, succulent sound, surrounding me
Eyes closed, mouth closed, ears opened,
Sounds cease, except for the rain, around me
Four walls, four windows and the rain,
The beautiful rain
Rain, Water, Ice, Hale,
Standing still, swishing, washing, rushing
Light coming in from my windows
The steady drum beats of rain water on my windows
It low me to sleep,
It gently arouses me from sleep embrace,
Memories swan up to the surface,
'Home, Grenada',
The sea, the rivers, the streams... and the rain,
The rain on the galvanised roof,
Making sweet music to match the sweet smell in the air.
Rain, rain come again,
Flourish my memories and my brain
Bring back my childhood again.
About the Creator
Makeba K Daté
I like to contemplate people, things and situation. I contemplate that I must be a writer so I wrote down my contemplation and share them with the world.
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