Raindrops and You

It’s raining again.

It rained yesterday and last night too. It’s not that I hate the rain. And hate is too strong a word, even for hurricanes. I’m grateful for the shower of grace bestowed by the heavens. I have always imagined the earth revel in its velvet touch. The trees sway in glee. The flowers smile in delight. The soil sighs in relief. The hills and fields antcipate their way back to vivid green.

I wish I could be like them. I wish I could abandon all expectations and go out. Get wet. Let mud slide between my toes. And for once, not to permit the grey grimes steal my carefree mood.

I cannot remember the last time I bathe in the rain. Those were the moments forever lost in my childhood. I long to take them out from the trunk and relive the blithe of being that alive and innocent, shrouded from the thorns of existing in this dog eat dog world. If I could, I would like to capture what it feels like to be a child – brutally honest, painfully naive, and endlessly optimistic. I need that optimism now, the sanguinity that made me believe in faeries and magic and shooting stars.

Perhaps it’s one of the reasons why I cannot like the rain as much now. Rain was one of the highlights of my youth. There are too many memories interwoven with raindrops and gray skies. Too much happiness. A speck of heartbreaks. A sprinkle of disappointments.

Rainy days are made for reminiscence. Rain hits too close to home, creating a tapestry of who I was, who I wish I could be.

Rain makes me want to believe in the impossible.

One more time. Ever after.

Note: Another late post. I’m too busy trying to live, when the least I can manage is to exist.Β 

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46 thoughts on “Raindrops and You

  1. We’re longing for rain, to sustain the garden.
    You’re longing for something similar, for the heart.
    Waiting can be very difficult. In the meantime, let’s keep doing what we can to keep going. Best wishes …

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  2. I really like this post, Mitch…it was raining here yesterday too, all day and into the night. I feel the same way you do about it. I remember playing in the puddles in my red rain boots. Oh, how I wish life were that simple again. =) The older I get the more I want to go back to childhood and recapture all that innocence and freedom to just live without all the responsibilities that adult life is fraught with.

    I hear you about the busy trying to live when the least you can manage is to exist. I am in the same boat. Hugs, Susan

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    1. Thank you, Susan. You playing in the puddles in your red rain boots creates a pretty picture in my head. Isn’t is nice to be a child again? It’s so hard to be an adult sometimes. But we can only move forward. *hugs*

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    1. A little. It’s one of those days when I can’t help but feel down. But this piece was actually written months ago. I find it hard to write when there’s too much on my mind. Thank you for the concern, Josh. Hope everything’s going well on your end! πŸ™‚

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  3. I noticed that you spammed my page and I knew that you took your precious time reading through my poems and I’m grateful that you have done so. I really love reading through your account and am so happy I discovered you. This whole concept of rain is beautiful and my interpretation lays deep. I feel like life changes someone so much that they no longer love the things that they used to do, or even love a person that they used to care so much about. Hence your title popped out to me, ” Raindrops and You.” Experiences and people change us, often stealing our innocence. I felt like you were saying this profound love for rain resonates with someone you loved. If it’s raining again could this possibly mean the person you once loved is trying to make it back into your life? Like you had mentioned, rain was an important aspect of your childhood. It was simply youth. I feel like love makes you feel young. Even sometimes I wish I could feel the rain again, but life has changed me so much that I don’t feel like I have the right mind to stand it. Beautiful and remarkable work and I hope you appreciate my interpretation. Looking forward to reading more!

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    1. I live your interpretation! I did not really mean it that way, but in hindsight, maybe I did write this piece with that thought in mind. Albeit unconsciously. I believe it’s the experience and the person that I was which the rain captures so vividly. With nostalgia comes a sense of loss, pain even. I’d like to thank you for taking the time to resd and for leaving this beautifully thought out response. Cheers! Keep writing! πŸ™‚

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  4. Rain….rain…its been raining here too..real hard…and for each rainfall…we are reminded of so many things:good or bad..but as the rain stops…our new life begins..new hopes…new dreams…new goals..

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  5. Thank you to be one of the two bloggers to like my brand new post done 10 minutes ago. I enjoy reading your post. We haven’t had rain for a long time. We are in drought season – almost all the neighboring cities post a limit of watering the lawn two days a week. The dry heat kills me, causes terrible allergy. I can hardly wait for winter to come.

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  6. Your beautiful eyes so clear,It looked like a little teddybear,So sweet and harmless,It would light up the darkness,Look in her unique eyes And you’ll see she’s very wise.. these were the line that strike my mind although I have just seen one pic of yours and when i saw your post the way u have pen down them is simply amzing i mean each and everything by u is so beautifully described … trust me the way u play with the words is simply amazing I mean so magical they are

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