While I sit here at my trusted and faithful computer, I listen to the rain drop outside.
With the window open just a crack, I can smell the fresh rain on the earth, seeping up in to my senses.
The sound is peaceful, taking me back to my childhood days, almost feeling melancholy by it, but letting that fade.
I’m taken back to my childhood bedroom, feelings of being safe and feeling warmth of my days.
As the occasional car goes by, with the sound of wetness under the tires, I am thoughtful of the street we once lived on.
I am unable to hold it back, as melancholy seeps in.
That bedroom was my haven, while the rain set in. Not being able to play outside, I had to pretend. In a world of make believe I went off to far far lands.
With dinosaurs all around me, my bedroom was my trusted and faithful haven, of far off lands.
I’m brought back to the now as I listen to the steady rhythm of the rain, feeling the cool air on my face…. I get up and close the window, and my melancholy fades.