With so many memories,
comes the rain.
Little droplets
deposited in my mind,
reawakening forgotten moments
of disappointment
and of life.
Resurrecting
those damp breaths
taken in other lands
far and not so far
away.
The cooling balm
of remembrance falls
like a shadow
over me.
A reason to stop,
if only for an instant,
to remember that
the good
and the bad
was all it should have been.
My perfect life
of imperfection
captured in this rainy morning.
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