One of the wonders of the memories which flow beneath the surface of our minds…nonstop…is that we never know what random act will bring them to the top.
It happens all of a sudden…out of the blue…and it's not easy to explain…like this morning halfway through my walk when it began to rain.
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Such a most entertaining poem to read, yes, I have read this with pure attention, luckiest person you are to have these memories, I have not, tropical rains do not allow kids to play in the rain, my beloved mum was very strict. As I asid: a very entertaining read. Fantastic!
It was the kind of rain you can walk in without ever getting wet.WOW! We may never walk in the rain, since we constantly get wet. Tropical rains are entirely different, but this rain allows you to have dipped deeper in your memories ink as well.5 Stars!
As usual a soulful poem. Flow rhyme and story sublime. Thank you Sir for sharing