Rain

Abhishek Roy

Rain… Why is it so peaceful, though it brings memories of you?
Is it just me, or does rain have a way of soothing everyone’s soul?
Why does the gentle patter on the roof calm us?
Is it just the dance of dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and
endorphins?
Or is it because it whispers of moments spent with the ones we love?
Is it just me… or does this apply to all who have loved?

Do we truly love the rain, or is it the memories it brings to life?
Do we really cherish the dark, cloud-covered skies?
Or is it the way our memories blaze like stars in the darkness?
Do we love the chilly air that accompanies the rain?
Or is it because it stirs the same goosebumps we felt when our loved
one first touched us?

Do I truly love the darkness?
Or do I love you for being the light amid all that darkness?
Maybe it’s all true, or maybe it’s not…
But rain always brings me back to you.

  • Author: Abhishek (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2024 12:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote it this morning while having my coffee, watching rain. The sky today reminded me of how much my first love meant to me.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 33
  • Users favorite of this poem: Mackenz, neckymonky
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  • Cassie58

    I have always found listening to the rainfall therapeutic, and almost cleansing. I enjoyed the questions that your poem raised. Nicely composed stanzas. Well done.

  • sorenbarrett

    Rain can be so soothing and it is nice to hold up in the house or even one's bed. Very nice

  • Mackenz

    Amazing poem Abhishek, this made my day. For some reason yesterday I heard the rain and it actually brought back memories

  • neckymonky

    I just love the rain. Though it wraps the world in gloom, I find my peace within it. It brings me happiness and fills my life with new energy. I don’t know why the rain draws me in, but I wish it could pour endlessly, free of consequence. Yet, we can never have too much of a good thing. Still, I dream that my heaven will be forever cloudy, with rain that never stops.

  • Caring dove

    Lovely writing .. love the last line )



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