It’s Raining Again

It’s raining again.
The slow, thoughtful kind,
the one that comes to stay.

The kind that reminds you
of what you had forgotten.

I’ve always seen rain
as a mirror of the heart.
A somber heart makes it heavy.
A guileless one finds it full of glee.
The sanguine see it as something almost beautiful.

Today,
The wind carries something back to me
it reminds me of who I was
and who I have become.

Kinder than before.
More carefree.
More childish, perhaps.

We move through the city,
lights dissolving into the falling sky.
Beads gather on the window
as I look through them.

What was once pure
settles into the earth,
turning to mud.

We laugh,
lost in small conversations,
as the car crawls forward
among its own.

The small ponds shimering with
trafic lights and break lights.

I pause.
Close my eyes.
And take in a long breath
of petrichor.