Rainy days

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.