Outside the rain is
falling down like memory,
and the soil is warm.
Warm is your soul too,
maybe little feverish
after catching a cold
from hearts that
are stubborn to change.
You should sleep now
and let the rain sing her
usual hopeful lullaby:
The sun after the rain is
always more alluring than
the sun you saw before.
Spread the words..
A Journey Called Life ... 
Thank you so much 🙂
It’s true! And I love the birdie 🙂
That was amazing to hear! I followed you and read it aloud- felt liberating! Thank you very much!
How odd is that right that rain and memory are compared so often! Thank you so much for your visit and comment.
Thank you so much. Rain is truly beautiful!
Beautiful – lovely photo and poem. I love listening to the rain, walking in the rain and sitting near a window to enjoy the beauty. Love and Light!
It made me to recall so many rainfalls and memories associated.. beautifully written and clicked..
Saying this poem out loud is so pleasant and gives such a good feeling! Thank you!
I dream of that kind of days in summer here, Andrea. 🙂 Here summer is anything but pleasant 🙂
Interesting. The clouds make the rainy days cooler, even in summer. Your sort of rain sounds lovely, like a warm shower outside.
If it’s a summer rain, it falls on a warm day. Thank you for reading, Andrea
Is it warm when it rains there? It is cold when it rains here. But it is a beautiful poem, as usual.
That made me really happy. I hope your California visit was great. Thank you for reading, Alok 🙂
Rain is like that, I believe. Thank you, Ree
Thank you, Eliza. 🙂
A bit of stubbornness is good too unless it makes the heart cold. 🙂 I hope your thoughts made you smile today. Thank you for reading, Patrick.
Thank you, Eric. 😊
Thank you, Sampada, for reading and the award. I hope to get back to reading your amazing stories soon. 😊
Beautiful poem!
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Very warming. 🙂
“hearts that are stubborn to change”
This phrase in your poem made me think of the happiness we miss experiencing due to our stubbornness of wanting things a certain way.
Lovely!
Soul-stirring once again!
It is actually raining outside here, and i was all into your lovely poem!