MEMORY IN THE RAIN
I
love the rain--
People
seem more quiet
And
thoughtful,
And
more willing to stay in
And
get cozy,
And
have deep conversations;
A
world more fit for an introvert
Like
me
--Chris
Mc Geown
Two days ago in rainy day I read my friend’s blog- a written under title
Love Rain by Sunni. In the opening, she wrote a poem by Shakespeare then she’s
talking profitable of rain in her memory, and it inspired me to write to the
same thing about rain. So now, I’m going to write about my own feelings in
rainy day.
I’m sure you have read the poem above, I got it from instagram. The words
are- so nice, so deep and so impressive for someone like me :)
(who love the rain). Maybe for some people rainy is bad day getting- wet,
bored, stuck, but for others rainy is having comfort zone- staying at your
dwelling (all day long), listening to nature sound (raindrop), talking with
yourself and getting the memory fill your mind (I love these situations). It’s
sound so stranger (maybe), but it is true coming from my soul, (it is the
right time for taking the rest).
One day, I got little chit chat with a friend, she asked me “when rain
comes, I have no feelings like you- getting memory or remember something old,
how do you make it coming?” and I said spontaneously “just special person can
get these feelings (someone special in rainy day, is me :) ).
After this conversation, I have gotten my little mind to think about my friend’s
question, how come the memory fill my mind in rainy day? I have no machine to
make it but my heart feels it unconsciously at all walls, my mind such as
playing an old film. There are too much memory- kindergarten happiness, first
love, little friends, old hobbies, funny experience and all unforgettable
stories in my life.
Almost all memories come without invited, the rain like sing me and the air like hug me, it’s like song for my soul, maybe some of you think my thinker full of imagination and you must know it comes true, like Geown said in his poem “a world more fit for an introvert like me”. You can say maybe I am an introvert, type of person and I love to be :) , later I’ll talk about that. This just a tiny story in rainy day.
Almost all memories come without invited, the rain like sing me and the air like hug me, it’s like song for my soul, maybe some of you think my thinker full of imagination and you must know it comes true, like Geown said in his poem “a world more fit for an introvert like me”. You can say maybe I am an introvert, type of person and I love to be :) , later I’ll talk about that. This just a tiny story in rainy day.
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