A Rain of Memories…

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A Rain of Memories…

#100DaysOfBlogging Day 3

How fast we used to cycle back,
Talking and laughing all the way,
Splashing puddles without care,
Wondering what we would play.

Black clouds would still roll on,
But indoors would be just great,
With warm food, board games,
We’d be smiling near the gate.

Wet clothes weren’t a big deal,
The happiness worth the pain,
Looking back through memories,
I hear the pitter patter of rain.

From 23rd September, exactly 100 days are left in the year, the idea is to write on each of these days. A few other friends chose their own themes. I thought I’d collaborate with Aniesha bon on the challenge. We’re choosing topics on alternate days, and each day, we’re writing on the same topic too. She chose the topic CHILDHOOD MEMORIES for Day 3.

(Β© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 25th September 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.

52 thoughts on “A Rain of Memories…”

  1. Indeed, transported to mischievous acts of childhood during the outbreak of monsoons. Beautifully compressed with innocent feelings. Well composed!

  2. Oh this is such a heart warming write πŸ˜€ i am instantly reminded of childhood memories with reference to “Black clouds would still roll on, but indoors would be just great; with warm food, board games. We’d be smiling near the gate” Beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,

  3. I love the sense of comfort and safety this poem conveys – no matter the weather there is a good place to come home to..that’s a really good memory to treasure
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  4. This took me back a few years and how simple life was without electronic devices and making eye contact with you playmates. Every step forward we lose a little of ourselves in the process which is not always for the better.
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    • Yes. Those were the best days of my life, I think. πŸ™‚ It was quite fun, and very memorable.

      Not always for the better, the little of ourselves we lose. I agree. Thank you, Old Egg.

  5. How I remember (and miss) those days, when the only thing that matter was the now (and perhaps the recent past that made us smile). Love the scene you’ve painted with your words, the memories it revives…

  6. I do always love a poem that steps back into childhood and makes me feel as if I’m there — those magical days when you felt everything was new and the little things were indeed, the big things. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.

  7. I love this.
    It’s true, childhood entails this certain kind of magic that even when there are troubles, they seem to be far away.
    Somehow we lose the ability to feel this way as we grow older.
    Love the poem.

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