THE MAN FROM THE RAINS

Sometimes i see you in my dreams

Sometimes i think about you

Sometimes i wonder about you

Do you even remember me?

Do you even remember my name?

I am the girl from the Old church

Of chipping blue paint at the edges

And rusted mahogany

And you are the man from the rains...

I remember your deep blue canvas

You wore them whenever i met you

I remember the tag from your shoe

A little star at the corner

You always kept it white

Even in heavy dark nights

The little star sparkled for us....

Your black raincoat

It smelled of heavy fragrances

You always threw it over my shoulders

And let the rains splatter over you

You held my hands into your frozen palms

Walked me down the street lights

Wadding through pools of water

Jumping over mud puddles

Breathing heavy under the cold weather

Where did you go man from the rains?

You came to the blue church every evening

Waiting on me..for me..to see me

And then you would take me home

I remember the big bulbs on the streets

Shining brightly on our faces

We would stand under each of them

One, two, three, four, five, six...

And the last would be my home

I am sorry i never cared for your name

But i remember your smile

If often came with a whimper

Not so much for a guy in a red baseball cap

Faded blue jeans and easy shirts

With a life i even had no clue of

Until you showed up in the rains

You never missed a day of the rains

You never asked for my name either

You never asked for my contact

Yet you showed up at the blue church

....Every day....

When it rained you were there

Smiling meekly and waiting patiently

You were a mystery, my wonderland

For when i was with you i was lost

Sometimes to your laughter

Sometimes to your gazes

Sometimes in your heavy raincoat...

 I wonder if you ever think about me

I wonder if you ever remember

The stories full of nothing

That we whispered as we walked home

Or how you made me walk in mud puddles

And asked me to look into the skies

And let the rains fall on my face

I still do....

 

When no one is watching

I look into the skies

And when the rains fall on my face

I close my eyes and i hope, wish

That when i open you will be there

Laughing out loud and waiting

To see how my eyes turn red and sore

And then i have no option

But to let you hold my hand

Till the end of the street

Till home......