The rain came down again today,
As it does this time of year.
I turned off every noisy thing
And sat in silence just to hear.
Transported by that drumming sound,
I found myself in days ago.
When I was young, just starting out,
So many things I couldn’t know.
But on that younger rainy day,
When sadness filled my lonely heart,
I wrote a poem about the way
Raindrops met, and then split apart.
I wish I could find that poem
To read my naive thoughts again.
But it was lost in time somewhere,
Just like the girl I was back then.
The rain has fallen countless times.
Many lives have joined with mine,
Then split to seek their chosen ways,
Since I wrote that childish rhyme.
Some have joined my life once more.
Some have paralleled my path.
Others have left me for good,
Some with joy and some in wrath.
Time has shown that sad young girl
That the rain keeps falling down.
All the wisdom I claimed then,
Has been drummed out by the sound
Of the rain that still pours down.
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