What is it about a rainy evening that seems to awaken millons of buried memories in our minds?
Looking out longingly from the window,
Wanting to walk together holding hands with that one person,
Unearthing those memories which we thought had been wiped out years ago,
Wishing that we will see him any moment at the door
Reminding us of that soft forgotten song that still causes an ache in our hearts...
Why do we still look for that familiar face first in our old pictures..
Fingering it softly with our hands in moments of solitude...
Wishing that he was here beside..
A whiff of the rain drenched mud still makes ur heart sing with joy
Children making boats and old couple walking together still tugs at our hearts
Why does that first burst of green on the trees still soothe our tired soul?
Sitting here in my dry cosy room I wonder
What is it about a rainy evening that seems to awaken millons of buried memories in our minds?
Memories of things left behind,
Some buried consciously ,others the handiwork of time,
Somewhere the tiny raindrop
Makes us sit down and ponder...
Causing us sometimes to shed silent teardrops of our own
Healing the scars of time,
Making us more human atleast for a few moments
before we go back to wearing our stoic worldly facades
Hiding the soul away until the next first rains.