I can hear the falling raindrops
crackling like a joyous infant
It reminds me of that distinct fragrance
from the backyard soil of my home, distant
which rushed through my bedroom window,
riding along the biting cold breeze
under the blanket with the chimney heat
shuddering in goosebumps, making me freeze.
As the raindrops tap danced furiously,
thundering in cacophony loud
and the blazing lightening would
illuminate like silver in dark cloud
I am reminded of the majestic candle lights
glowing atop the table we'd dine
bringing all the warmth,
in those chilly rainy nights
feasting on mom's delicious food
gulping down father's vintage wine.
How i miss those times of freedom
now that i have responsibilities of my own
as the faint dying hush of raindrops
reminds me now, i am
A thousands miles away from my home.
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Isle of Tranquility
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