Healing Rainfall

Pattering down the raindrops fall

Streaming down the teardrops fall

Memories turn back time.

I am a child oh so tiny

Barely ten years, nose still runny

Bottling a vintage of sorts.

Anger, neglect, failed attempts to be shielded from drama,

Create an elixir for childhood trauma

In a cellar to be forgotten and age.

A decade later sitting outside

Thoughts rushing in at high tide

I pull the wine from the cellar

Pop the cork

(I expected much more torque)

Memories and tears begin to flow

Face to the sky my tears mix with the southern rain

Washing away the sorrow and pain

I smile as the bottle shatters at my feet