just a whisper .. in the rain
As my mind drifts back .. |
back to when I was a boy and how I have always liked rainy days like this ..
how for some reason I really enjoyed when a chilling wind blew in from nowhere ..
and skies grew dark from clouds so heavy with rain that,
they seemed to hover so low you could almost touch them ..
and when amidst the crackling lightning and ..
the roaring of thunder the rain came pouring down,
causing everyone to scurry for shelter and ..
chasing them from sight so that it was only me and the rain ..
well .. it kind of felt like that was the way it was meant to be ..
like the storm belonged to me .. and I to it ..
and now more then ever .. I feel that way.
still I never wanted it to end like this .. but somehow ..
even when I was at my most convincing in fooling myself that it wouldn't .. somehow ..
I knew it would
that I'd be sitting someday .. somewhere .. feasting in sorrow on yesterdays ..
alone and in tears knowing ..
tears aren't going to change anything .. or stop the pain ..
and no matter how many I cry .. they won't wash away the memories ..
or fill the emptiness ..
all because I grew up too late .. and now .. now that I'm almost as old as my age ..
it's too late and I'm too old to make all the wrongs right .. or at least easier to bear ..
so I rise .. listening to the whispers of the rain ..
for as the storm slowly moves away ..
it seems to be calling 'come .. follow me'
and asking ..
'what else better have you to do? .. what else better mirrors your life then I ?'
and so I go ..
and so it is .. love is just a memory .. and I?
I am just a whisper .. in the rain
written for CCS challenge
using her phrase of
'listen (ing, ed, s) to the whispers”
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