Rain, wind, rain, wind, rain

Wind With My Rain

Wind on my window,

lashing, howling beast,

brings memories of rain

-- rain that rained

all day and night

bombing tin roofs,

bursting thin hearts,

drowning loud prayers,

deafening roars of fury

echoing deep into the eerie night.

Ghostly images of yesterday

playing with curtains

casting shadows of time;

tossing years like leaves

falling forever into the depth

of forgotten waters.

Wind on my window,

knocking, whispering beast,

sprinkled with smell of rain

-- rain that rained

all day and night

leaving a faint trail

of fears and laughter;

dripping dots of nostalgia,

running rivers of mischief,

sweeping past the months and years.

Bottled by the wind

is yesterday’s fragrance.

The rain in the wind

teases the window

of my memory.