The last couple of days here in Memphis have been rainy, so the streets are aglitter with the shimmery oil drippings of the commuters' vehicles, and chemicals of many colors, all so beautiful in their toxicity.
"How", we think "can pollution look so lovely?"
oh relaxing lullaby drizzling down, how you do remind me of my
childhood. How safe we felt in the protection of our home and family...
the lucky ones of us, I say as I'm sure that the rain may at this very
moment reminding someone less fortunate than myself of other, darker
The memory floods back into my mind
of a cool, misty morning... the rain was pouring down as my Mother made
our way safely to the elementary school. There was something that
comforted me, knowing that our classrooms would be dim as we watched the
windows, painted with the blur of the colors outside soaked in
The thunder and sounds of the storm gave me
such a cozy feeling, as I eyed my Snoopy lunchbox, thermos filled with
tea, knowing that my peanut butter and jelly sandwich waited patiently
Yes, I knew even then how to appreciate the blessings of the occasional
Let our minds rewind as we enjoy a rainy childhood memory courtesy of "Pooh".
So the following verse was never really heartfelt for me:
"Rain, Rain go away...
Come again another day."
I was always happy on rainy days.
(Repeat of my post today from I Miss My Childhood Blog)