Symphony of Rain.©

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It has been raining in Quincy for so many days. The weather reminds me of the days in 1993 when the levy was breached and the town was flooded. This time, the rains come in spurts, heavy deluge that makes you stop and take a look at the world outside; and at other times, it is soft continuous pitter patter and the heart sings to the tune of these drops falling on the broad leaves of the trees, mixed with the rumble of soft thunder.

 

I shut the engine of my car on the way home,
roll up the windows and listen to the rhythm
and music of the rain on the roof of the car,
while my heart sang with the rain.

I close my eyes, and see me seventy years earlier
running out of the house, bare feet, hair flying
around my face, and with arms stretched
sticking my tongue out, so I could taste rain;

The drops of rain roll down along the windows
and the intense desire takes over— I want
to touch this rain; I want the hair to get drenched again.

I open the door and get out; the rain drops bathe my face;
they take my breath away.
I stand there, and realize that there are tears in my eyes.
I pretend to wipe the wind-shield, and see a squad car pull up behind

An officer gets out of his patrol car, all dressed up in rain gear,
“Is there a problem doctor? Do you need a ride home?”
I look at his rain clothes, and say, “No thank you! I had to get out of the car,

just so I could once again feel the rain, like I did when I was at home

Seven decades ago!!”©

Zakiah Sayeed.

 

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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19 Responses to Symphony of Rain.©

  1. Beautiful. I think the rain drops were a lot colder than the rain you felt seven decades ago.

    • Zakiah says:

      It’s possible that the rain was warmer there, but the rain in summer here, is not too different either. The point was that I wanted to feel it on my upturned face!

  2. Lovely. I love the rain too but I think it’s often the memories that touch us the most.

  3. Excellent. It reminds me of an occasion 50 years ago when my brother and I ran around the neighborhood in a rainstorm, stomping through the creek that formed along the curb.

    • Zakiah says:

      Yup, been there done that too, Tim! And what was funny and poignant for me was when I saw my children do the same with the puddles around the home, and something always caught in the cords of my heart, and I would remember my own joy at those puddles and small creeks. now my grandchildren do that,. ❤ ❤

  4. slmret says:

    I love this, Zakiah — I can relate to this — questioned by a cop for pretending to be a kid again! Didn’t it make you feel good to be able to say you were fine — just enjoying the rain?! Love and hugs!

    • Zakiah says:

      Wasn’t that funny Janet. Small town means everyone knows what you do and how you are!! I am glad I didn’t have any other explanation to offer. The local news paper would have had to place a new paragraph about me otherwise. Ha ha!

  5. jstnotherday says:

    Zakiah, You captured and presented the sentiment beautifully. I can feel what you felt. 🙂

  6. mrswrangler says:

    Been rainy in Northwest Kansas also

  7. This is so beautiful and made me laugh! I have danced and run and twirled in the rain….just to feel the refreshing raindrops…to feel like a kid again! 🙂 And I often take walks in the rain. Coop doesn’t like to, so I go by myself. 🙂
    Listening to the rain fall on different surfaces and play different notes/songs is such a lovely part of life!
    Wonderful poem!
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…I would have asked the officer to dance with me in the rain! 😉

    • Zakiah says:

      I wish now I had done that! Asked the officer to dance with me in the rain!! That would have been a hoot!
      I love to walk in the rain. Used to do that in India when I was in med school. My room mate one year, (MAYA), and I would take long walks and come home drenched to the bone and walk through the Mess Hall. Scandalous!!
      ❤ ❤ ❤

  8. I know this strange music of the rain falling on the roof . This is so attractive . I share entirely what you say in this poem , Zakiah . Besides here we have the drought so rain would be a blessing.
    Love ❤
    Michel

    • Zakiah says:

      I am sorry you are having drought there Michel.
      I thought that you might feel one with this poem about rain. So glad you liked it. Thank you.
      Love,

      Zakiah.

  9. r_hsw says:

    not many able to embrace nature the way you do, and has stories to tell. such memory will forever be cherished, and only you know how wonderful it must feel. yet your words able to share that joyous moment, such that make us all feel grateful for your poetic contribution.

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