The Rain
Remember those times, remember those lives...
Listening to the rain.
Takes him back to ‘99. That island.
The beach. Heat. And oh that rain.
And her. Lithe. Freckles atop her nose.
Eyes from neither here nor there.
Piercing. Subtle. Mischievous like an imp.
And his innards... ripped asunder like the alien bursting forth.
The hole left so big, his guts spilling over.
Whoop. As if sledged by a sledgehammer.
A car crash. A juggernaut. The monsoon.
She is beautiful as olive trees. Playful as a cat. Alive as the raging storm.
The image of her emerges in the downpour, breaks like waves over his brow.
And is gone, swallowed by distance, eaten by time.
Listening to the rain.
Takes him forward to now, this life, a collection of holes tied together with string.
God forgotten on a rotten shrine.
Looking for a place where the sun will shine. Searching again for that one time.
About the Creator
Ramsay Short
Award-winning writer, journalist, editor and poet writing on the topics of travel, grief, relationships, music, art, futurism, sustainability and love. Find out more here
Ramsay is also known for his work with the late Anthony Bourdain.
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