Rainy days invoke memories of days gone. As a child, I lived for rainy days. So I could go out and play in the puddles. Right now, it’s getting dark outside. I start to feel exactly what I can’t describe. On the one hand, I feel a sense of peace. The remembrance of past rainy…
Rainy days invoke memories of days gone.
As a child, I lived for rainy days.
So I could go out and play in the puddles.
Right now, it’s getting dark outside.
I start to feel exactly what I can’t describe.
On the one hand, I feel a sense of peace.
The remembrance of past rainy days,
Of curling up to read a book
Or watching a movie with good friends,
Taking a nap and enjoying roasted maize and ugbe with my family.
Time seems to stall
As the dark clouds gather
Giving me a moment to pause and just sit still
Content to watch the cascading tears fall from the sky
Burying myself underneath the blanket
I dream I am off on adventures.
Then I hear the deep rumbles in the sky.
And I stir awakened from my dreams.
Shivering from the jarring shock
I am momentarily lost
With nothing to do in the dark,
I watch as the rain continues its fall.
Then I go back to thinking of those rainy days of long ago.
I’ve always loved rainy days especially when I’m home. That feeling when you wrap yourself up with a hot cup of cocoa and a book or movie the evokes lovely feelings.
Yes we thank God for the rains.
Rainy days only remind me that I need to buy a giant teddy bear to cuddle against the cold. I dare not stay out too long or bathe in the rain. The fear of flu is greater than the pleasures of bathing in the rain.
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