The rain brought with it old memories
Of sunny days and sweet reveries
On our future and what it holds
On what our children would look like, we'll never know
What lies we've told, what truth we've buried
As to our parting I can say that it was hurried
And the pain that lingers and gnashes the soul
How young we were, too brash and bold
The drumming of waters hitting the ground
The smell of the earth and the sweet serenading sound
Takes my being to a place no more found
But in that place shall I seek
A moments respite when days are bleak
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:50 AM UTC
The rain brought with it old memories
Of sunny days and sweet reveries
On our future and what it holds
On what our children would look like, we'll never know
What lies we've told, what truth we've buried
As to our parting I can say that it was hurried
And the pain that lingers and gnashes the soul
How young we were, too brash and bold
The drumming of waters hitting the ground
The smell of the earth and the sweet serenading sound
Takes my being to a place no more found
But in that place shall I seek
A moments respite when days are bleak
