Rainy days invoke memories of days gone.
As a child, I lived for rainy days.
So I could go out and play in the puddles.
Right now, it’s getting dark outside.
I start to feel exactly what I can’t describe.
On the one hand, I feel a sense of peace.
The remembrance of past rainy days,
Of curling up to read a book
Or watching a movie with good friends,
Taking a nap and enjoying roasted maize and ugbe with my family.
On the other hand, I feel an overwhelming sense of sadness.
The darkness brings out an ancient fear
that lies hidden deep in the recess of my mind.
Time seems to stall
As the dark clouds gather
Giving me a moment to pause and just sit still
Content to watch the cascading tears fall from the sky
Burying myself underneath the blanket
I dream I am off on adventures.
Then I hear the deep rumbles in the sky.
And I stir awakened from my dreams.
Shivering from the jarring shock
I am momentarily lost
With nothing to do in the dark,
I watch as the rain continues its fall.
Then I go back to thinking of those rainy days of long ago.