Rains Reconnect

My mind races through a ravine of memories,

to the rhythm and velocity of descending ivory rains.

All elements whistle the splashing, chatty rain song.

I weed out some invasive wild growth.

Clear barbs along the rose garden of my hopes.

Now let me float my paper boat...

Before someone comes and tells,

"Dear! It's but a magic spell."

Ah! Back I step into reality,

And floods again the bleeding pain.

For a few moments,

T'was just my mind reconnoitering;

In the petrichor of the silver rains.