Kyrielle sonnet

 Rainy Memories

 

In summer, autumn, and then spring,

When Sis and I on the porch swing

Would listen to thrums like a train,

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

The wind would blow and muss our hair.

We’d cuddle in a blanket there.

It tapped on roof and window pane.

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

We’d laugh and talk of this and that  

And breathe fresh air throughout our chat,

Until the sounds would fade and wane.

I dream, remembering the rain.

 

In summer, autumn, and then spring,

I dream, remembering the rain.