Rain Theory (Poem)

I think better in the rain.

It rained a lot this year.

You’d think my lens had somehow cleared.

20 and able.

20 and stable?

20’s are blessed.

But 20’s a mess.

A constant synergies of memories,

A blur of our combined energies,

messing with the rain.

We gave each other time,

And time is priceless,

To the people who paint worlds in their minds, based off of the colors illuminated by rain.

Ocean waters, a tantalizing pain,

To want to lie in your refrain.

I Refrain from remembering,

That I’ve got a load to send away,

On a little row boat,

But this soul right here has got to stay,

Till I know, before I go,

Why God chose this island to be my home.

Is it because rain reminds me of your soul?

I was hearing words in black and white,

Twisted up inside my broken mind.

Is it because no heart has ever been a shade so blue,

Even compared to the ocean, when I lost you?

Is it because the pigments in the greenery, are watered seamlessly,

By the monsoon’s melodies?

And I can inquire a different spice in each friend’s spirit.

A taste of something grown from my land.

My mind may wander, but my heart betrays me,

Because everybody knows, that this is my home.

The rays of sun shone light on all my wrongs,

And the rain fed the roots through which I’ve grown.

I know I want to acquire stories in places my mind has only touched,

But this year, taught me how to love this island.

This year, fed my ability to love.

And you, the one I lost....

You are so romanticized to the point where I am even convinced that it is you who brought me here.

And that’s okay. Because love will always be my greatest adventure.

You were a part of my story,

Even if just for a moment.

And you are a part of what makes this place my home….