The Rain of Memories #FridayReflections


The Rain of Memories

Friday Reflections #7


Friday Reflections had this topic for inspiration: “What is your favorite season of the year? Write a piece about that either in the form of an essay or a creative piece.” I enjoyed writing inside the umbrella silhouette, which I found here.

(© 17th June 2016)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

42 thoughts on “The Rain of Memories #FridayReflections”

    • Mazhayokke etthi. 🙂 Nalla weather aa. 😀 Pluviophileinu mazha iniyum vannalum no complaints 🙂

      Enjoy the rain, Ilirian. Don’t forget to get drenched. 😀

  1. Oh what a delightful poem under the umbrella. I enjoy all the memories associated with rainy days but they are something I could do without as an adult….dragging a wet umbrella everywhere, having the wash dry all over the house, the rain somehow loses its romance as you grow older…..

    • I know. It seems different when we grow up and become adults, but I hope to still retain the magic and romance of rain even when I am much older. 🙂 Thank you, BellyBytes.

    • Yeah, Pins! Me neither! 😀 It’s wonderful to see that the magic is not yet lost for many. 🙂 The rain is something that still gets a smile, and I feel that will continue that way.

  2. My own favourite season too! <3 If at all from school we had some free time when it poured, I would rush out in the rain with a few of my friends! And now the terrace at home serves the purpose, though I don’t go out that often anymore. Ahh…good times! 😀
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  3. This rings in lot of nostalgia of the rains when the schools reopen in Kerala…getting very very drenched and soaked in the crisp new uniforms and the rains falling from the house tiles in torrents making it look like a mini waterfall…

  4. Whistles!! Such a wonderfully nostalgic write this is, Vinay 🙂 especially adore the images of “holding hands in the rain, summer has changed..” Beautifully penned (as always)

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  5. Beautiful reflection and I love how you fit it into the umbrella. Although, I wonder if an umbrella would be of any use in a monsoon? I’ve never been in a monsoon. Are they windy like a hurricane, or just lots and lots of rain?

    • Monsoon is just the rainy season, Linda. 😀 Not a hurricane or anything. Rains can be light or heavy, so umbrellas are definitely handy.

      Glad you liked the reflection and the shape. Thank you. 🙂

  6. Oh, I do love shape poems! I’m not a user of umbrellas as I really enjoy rain and am quite happy to get soaked! But I love the shape and form of umbrellas. They also remind me of my grandfather who used to sing a song to me: ‘Any umberellas, any umberellas to mend today?’ I enjoyed the words, too. I have never sat on a verandah and watched a monsoon, but imagine it must be a very intense experience.

    • Oh. I love getting soaked too, Kim, but not always. The intensity of the monsoon sometimes is too much, especially with a Kindle in my bag most of the time. 😛 😀

      Glad you liked the shape poem and thank you for sharing the memories. 🙂 Yeah. It is. Though not as fun if the verandah begins to get too much watered. 😛

  7. Chapeau for the brilliant was you found to present your poem. I remember praying for the SE monsoon to start, as everybody became jumpy and irritable in the leadup. Though I wasn’t so happy when the machine gun rattle on the tin roof of the church drowned every word of a wedding service I attended.

    • Oh yes. The sound of rain on the tin roof might be unwelcome on such occasions, Vivienne. 🙂 It wouldn’t be as romantic then, not to the guest or the couple.

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