I Miss you When the First Rains Fall
The first rain is like everything “first”,
A curious delight when it falls, bubbles to the ground,
Excitement fills the air and into your lungs,
Then comes the doubt of what if.
A chorused laughter of my babies, a gang of delighted joyful feet,
Running towards me, Rain mummy first rain! Eyes wide with anticipation, lips spread with a giggle,
My heart remembered how you loved the rain; as I watched them play.
Another first rain without your warmth,
The sound of your laugh like a spirit hangs, left for reminiscing,
For when I miss you, like today, it will not be in despair,
I miss you as the first rain falls.
When the first rain falls, I will yet miss you.