Through the morning clouds they fall,
These tiny cannon balls.
They hit the ground and puddle and muddle the noises with a huddled pitter patter sound.
I wrack my brain for the sky water's name and the name that it claims is a simple one: Rain.
I remember the rain.
The sky would cry, then the rainbow came.
A wonder of color, but now the sky lies plain.
The same dull gray.
No rain has fallen.
Have the clouds been drained?
I regain myself from my thoughts
I was staring out the window and looking for rain drops
I don't remember much but I have still not forgot
The times we had together and the umbrella that you brought.
I remember the rain
The water running down on the window of the train.
Your name is on the back of this frame.
I hold your picture close so I don't forget the rain.