Rainy Day Renderings

Nostalgia

I sit beneath my rain splashed window, gazing out.

The rising steam from my tea wreaths around me,

And I inhale the scent of bergamot.

Outside the rain continues to fall,

Splashing against the cobblestone street.

A familiar nostalgia settles upon me, and my name, I hear it call.

I wander, into that deep black hole,

And feel my tears begin to flow.

They cascade into my tea, much like the rain.

And in another voice I hear my name.

A lark it sings, in the tree,

The harmonies of music parade down the alley.

Today my tears have run dry.

My tea awaits,

And as for nostalgia?

It will abate.

Today I am okay.