The rain outside reminds me of the
grey holidays, building sand and cement castles in the
garage
huddling next to the gas heater, and
turning on all the lights to try and get a tan.

The rain outside is a comfort, bringing back memories
stuck in a tent
with only a bottle of whisky for defence
and a pack of cards
in a sleeping bag cocoon.

When it falls, do you feel the
imprint on your skin?
The water has
touched so many, and brings its rememberance of
past experiences.

Grey is the colour of sharing, and
when I
splash in a
puddle,
I’m touching lives from
across the world.