Running In The Rain
While walking down a
narrow path,
Through trees down to a spring,
It brought back memories of my childhood,
As daily I would walk and sing.
I could hear the
whispering wind,
As it drifts lazily through the pines.
It was almost a ghostly sound,
That entered in my mind.
As I sat on the bank of
the cool clear water,
And watched it rippling down,
I heard the start of rain drops
And smelled the freshness,
of the rain moistened ground.
It brought back memories
of just a kid,
Running barefoot in the rain,
I still can feel that wonderful feeling,
Each time it comes again.
I guess some memories
always linger,
Those we want to hold on to.
For when we feel down hearted,
Those memories see us through.
I’ve always loved to
see and feel the rain,
How it livens up the earth.
How it freshens the trees and flowers,
It just gives earth a brand new birth.
My life is getting
shorter now,
And I no longer run in the rain,
But when I start to feeling down,
I return to my memories of being a kid again.
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