Rainy Memorys

[nolothepoet]

My g/f says Rainy Memorys should be more easier understood. At least from the point of view from anyone who does not know me,or the situation which im describing. Oh yea and this poem unlike anything I ever wrote. I actually took days of sitting and thinking and not knowning if I could find the right words. I would get stuck at points. Today though I have found the missing link. So let's try this and please enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*NOTE* Parts in brackets are uncertain as to which I should choose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started a new life away from the town I once lived in.

 

 

 

Away from the trailer home that stood in an open field.

 

 

 

The home I lived in all my childhood life.

 

 

 

Some of my adult hood was experienced here to.

 

 

 

This place of many memorys.

 

 

 

Especially those lovely rainy nights,

 

 

 

But now in my new home. In this new town.

 

 

 

Silently without a sound. Unoticed,but there.

 

 

 

The rain falls

 

 

 

Down on the first floor

 

 

 

Three floors down

 

 

 

Im lying in bed

 

 

 

The rain....I hear no more when it drops from the sky.

 

 

 

Untill I walk outside.

 

 

 

Only to find the air is moist.

 

 

 

Water droplets create paintings of beauty on everything they touch.

 

 

 

(Empty round voids of dry cracked dirt)

 

 

 

(Empty voids of dry cracked dirt)

 

 

 

Surrounded by bright green grass.

 

 

 

When sunlight brightens the land.

 

 

 

Now the sun covered by dark skys.

 

 

 

The void a moist muddy pool of water.

 

 

 

(Centered around grass covered by droplets of rain.)<--just added

 

 

 

(Centered around rain covered grass)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Standing here taking this all in.

 

 

 

I think back to a time in another town.

 

 

 

When I lived in mothers trailer home.

 

 

 

When the rain could be heard lying in my bed.

 

 

 

I do recall those times.

 

 

 

When I could hear the rain drops fall.

 

 

 

That soothing sound on the roof.

 

 

 

The slow pitter patter.

 

 

 

When rain is no more then a drizzle.

 

 

 

(Oh yea and those nights lying in bed)<--This is the new line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Then those nights awake lying in bed)

 

 

 

When storms rage on.

 

 

 

When hurricanes have their wars.

 

 

 

(How I miss those lovely rainy nights.)

 

 

 

(How I miss the loving rain)

 

 

 

When rain was more then silence. <---- still uncertain about this ending,but this is what the poem is about. I think it sounds like a nice ending. If you have pointers let me know. Thanks Nolon. I will edit this post when you all feel more fitting with what this poem should be. Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is my poem as I wrote it and below is the version with punctuation and other adjustings. Enjoy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I started a new life away from the town where I once lived.*

 

 

 

Away from the trailer home that stood in an open field.

 

 

 

The home I lived in all my childhood life.

 

 

 

Some of my adulthood was experienced here, too.*

 

 

 

This place is made of many memories,*

 

 

 

especially those lovely rainy nights,*

 

 

 

but now in my new home, in this new town,*

 

 

 

silently, without a sound, unnoticed,but there;*

 

 

 

the rain falls down on the first floor. *

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three floors down, I'm lying in bed.*

 

 

 

The rain....I hear no more when it drops from the sky.

 

 

 

Until I walk outside, only to find the air is moist.

 

 

 

Water droplets create paintings of beauty on everything they touch.

 

 

 

(Empty voids of dry cracked dirt)

 

 

 

surrounded by bright green grass.

 

 

 

Where sunlight brightens the land.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But now the sun is covered by dark skies.*

 

 

 

The void, a moist, muddy pool of water.

 

 

 

(Centered around rain covered grass)

 

 

 

I'm standing here taking this all in.

 

 

 

I think back to a time in another town.

 

 

 

When I lived in mothers trailer home.

 

 

 

When the rain could be heard lying in my bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do recall those times.

 

 

 

When I could hear the rain drops fall.

 

 

 

That soothing sound on the roof,*

 

 

 

the slow pitter patter.*

 

 

 

When rain is no more then a drizzle.

 

 

 

(Then those nights awake lying in bed)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When storms rage on,

 

 

 

When hurricanes have their wars.

 

 

 

(How I miss the loving rain)

 

 

 

When rain was more then silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok this is the edited version. At least better punctuated,etc By my friend Lg. Poem written by me.

[Freesy]

Pretty nice word work. Kind of depressing though. At least thats what i felt.

[nolothepoet]

Now im in a new home though We are on the second floor. This place has a balcony. So I can hear and sit in the rain. Thanks for the post. It was suprising,but very nice.