You must know by now, how easily the rains take me to a faraway place. Little drops build big dreams in my world. And, in my big dreams, I imagine I am a song. Your song. The song that makes you do a jig every single time you listen to it. The song that sets you off to a faraway place. With words strung together that make you think, dream and hope. The song that reminds you to smile. Always.
And, then sometimes, I imagine I am a piece of writing from your favourite book. Words that linger, long after you have read them. Words that stay with you through worlds old, and new. I imagine I am a fairytale, the one you read when you were young, many years ago. I imagine, to you, I am that lovely little tale of love, and happiness. I imagine I remind you, of your childhood.Of your innocence. Of a life so banal, it is without fear. Perhaps, I am like that castle, always there. Like that gingerbread house, always divine. Of that flawless background score, flowing so perfectly in and out of your life.
Other times, I imagine I your shuffling feet, as they pick up speed. I imagine I am the thrill, you know only when you are running, the joy you only know when your mind is free. Or, perhaps I am the day you wear so comfortably, the night you sleep in peace. The promise you know you will keep. The anger that fades quickly away, the insecurity that withers away.
I imagine, we are the like moments people cherish. We are like gawking teenagers at a fantastical amusement park, like starry-eyed children at a toy store, like adults in a moment of unadulterated success. And, as I float out of my far away place, I smile at how easily the rains fool me. How easily they make-believe me.
Rain used to take me to far away places too. Now, it just makes me look around for umbrellas, or prompts me to say things like "Did we close the windows?" Somewhere, along the mounds of chores and to-do lists, rain just becomes rain.
I am forever in awe of this gift you have. This is flawless and divine, as your faraway place is. Here's to rain..and letter 23, the letter that will stay with me long after I leave here.
Ah, the rains. They always manage to fool us, don't they?
Liked the lingering feel to this one.
If someone where to remind me of my childhood. That would be a decidedly bad thing.
Zain
@awoolham - thank you. I love your comments...really! I'm a little taken in by the rains...my next post is on the rains too!
@DriftingDeadly - I'm sorry Zain. Thank you for reminding me though that not all of us have been blessed with even a halfway decent childhood. I ought to be more sensitive. A hug from me.
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Rain used to take me to far away places too.
Now, it just makes me look around for umbrellas,
or prompts me to say things like "Did we close the windows?"
Somewhere, along the mounds of chores and to-do lists,
rain just becomes rain.
I am forever in awe of this gift you have.
This is flawless and divine, as your faraway place is.
Here's to rain..and letter 23, the letter that will stay with me long after I leave here.
Ah, the rains. They always manage to fool us, don't they?
Liked the lingering feel to this one.If someone where to remind me of my childhood.
That would be a decidedly bad thing.
Zain
@awoolham - thank you. I love your comments...really! I'm a little taken in by the rains...my next post is on the rains too!
@Max_Taurean - Thank you, thank you so much.
@DriftingDeadly - I'm sorry Zain. Thank you for reminding me though that not all of us have been blessed with even a halfway decent childhood. I ought to be more sensitive. A hug from me.