ON A RAINY DAY 

I sit near the window with a coffee cup

Looking at the rain

Each pearl 

Inviting me to hold

I offer my resistance 

The  rain beginning to sing 

A rhythmic tune

Tempting my soul

Memories of my childhood and youth 

Interlaced 

I can no longer resist 

As soon as I open the front door 

The first scent of petrichor

The first splash of showers

Leaving many pearls on my cheeks

Those pitter patter raindrops 

Whispering many secrets 

I too whisper back my moments of pain ,joy and bliss 

Those rainy days 

Where I used to sit alone 

My warm tears mixed with drops of rain

A perfect camouflage 

Those of my tears of joy too well disguised

The long winding paths 

Wave after wave of rain and memories entwined

A rainy day is a day of memories 

Not a few but many