These droplets of rain,
Across the window pan,
Sliding slowly smoothly,
just uncovers a lane,
A lane full of memories.

The coldness,
That sound of falling droplets on the roof,
Echo a distant language,
And seems to remind me of a life I had somewhere else,
The melancholy of these droplets,
Reminds me how hard it was then,
How hard it was then to see these rains,
Come out, it’s raining let’s go shower,
Wait what about the bags,
Oh, they can be put anywhere.

Here it’s different,
The rains are as pretty as they were always,
But they are scary and cold too,
Somewhere on the walk so much away from home,
They have lost their warmth.

Still, the sound seems so familiar and
When I just focus there,
Feels like maybe I will look around
And I will be back where
Rains had warmth, joy, fun and meaning.