Memories and rain, they come and go

It has been a while as I gather
when we last exchanged a vibe
and saw each other eye to eye, 
or was it only the past moment of my conscience
I have placed this anecdote for long hours;
memories and rain, they come and go.

I might be pretentious then like I'm now
but you would swallow everything.
You handled truth with such delicacy,
or was it I who had to face the mortification
whenever you would spin a yarn;
memories and rain, they come and go.

Nights were usually longer than days
and trees were desperate for fern,
or were they painted with all the colors
under the shine of enormous summer sun.
I can stroke the canvass again and again
memories and rain, they come and go.  

Smiles and laughs were all around,
it was the season of joy, but then
why does the silhouette of old morose
crosses my mind as I begin to think of you.
It is all coming to me in flashes now, separate; 
Like I said, memories and rain, they come and go. 

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