the falling rain makes musty
this garden of memory…
red ribboned pigtails and swing sets
tossed in the wet flowing breeze-
blow back softly in my mind

moments free from constraint
flow with thunder as it rolls by;
tulips in galoshes skip upon slate,
until grass swallows up the path
leading through lost halls of time

songs of adoration echo
within clouds that darken the sky;
sweet and fanciful worship on wings
shelter in tree’s canopy, as constant sheets
of water fall, silencing the pain inside

just simply natural falling rain
dripping memories into eternity