It rained for the first time.

The rain comes every year.
So does the summer and the winter.
But I don’t know why every time it rains
It reminds me of my childhood,
Of my parents, my brothers,
Our tiny little cats..
Of That dusty little apartment above the garage.
It reminds me of a time when life was holy,
When we had each other.

To you the rain is us,
To them its the change.
To me it’s a passage to the past
And to some ,
Tears from
Another heaven.