I remember you when it rains - poem

 It's been raining again, and here I am reminiscing. I've been working on this poem for the entire day. Some sad memories babbled out of my head.

I remember the days… our childhood days…
When we used to play and dash in the rain.
We love the splashes, the laughter… the joy it brings.
As we and our friends laughing our hearts out, running around nastily.
The mud, the slide, the bruises and the chills doesn’t matter.
Where the only thing that matters for us is our schooling and our “baon”.
We used to teased ourselves as crushes… those sweet innocent days.
And the vow of our friendship over a bowl of "sopas"…
Listening to the rain… falling on our tin roof

I remember the days… our high school days…
When we used to be more like the grown ups.
Yet we still love the rain, the sensation, and the mirth… the bliss it brings.
Took off our shoes, wrap our stuffs around with plastic bags, running hastily.
Our books, our clothes, doesn’t matter even we get soaked wet.
Where the only thing matters for us is our assignments and our “allowances”
You used to tease me “bansot”, you grew up so fast… you were taller than me
You lay your head on my shoulder, and were dreaming of the future…
As we listen to the raindrops… making sound on our tin roof

I remember the days… our college days…
When we parted ways to pursue our studies.
We love chatting, the “texting”, the cheer…
the glee it brings, knowing that you’re OK.
As we recall our days, our hearts smiling over our reminiscence,
missing each other tearfully.
The stress, the insomnia, the pressure of college life doesn’t matter.
Our longing to see each other overwhelms them all.
We used to “missed call” each others phones twice before we sleep…
…as our goodnight kisses
You used to wake me up in the morning with a ring, like you were just there…
I rouse from my slumber… hearing the cloud juice falling on our brick roof

I remember the day… that very day…
When I have waited, standing in the rain.
The place we love, the familiar scene… our meeting place.
One of our friends called, his voice, his tone so hesitantly…
Upon hearing his words, my heart shattered like thunder.
The mud, the slide, the bruises and the chills doesn’t matter…
I straddled, I ran, I came rushing my pace, heading that road
The road where I use to see you coming, waving from afar.
But there is no you coming home, only mist that the rain had created.
Seems like our hopes had been torn to pieces, our dreams are mere evanescence.
My knees had weakened, my body had become numb,
and my arms… shaking in remorse.
My tears flooded, mixed up with the rain from the gloomy sky…
Looking up at the heavens screaming out loud, asking Him “why?”

Do you still remember how much we love the rain?
Or can you still recall those moments we’ve shared…
…the joy, the sorrow, the pain?

Sigh***

But all that I can do is to stand here… look up high, stare at the clouds above us.
Let the raindrops drench me with madness, let it soak me in its onus.
Time is what I need, and forbearance is my devoir…
Will I be able to make it?
As long as you are safe here; here in my sounding memory…

I will remember you when it rains.

 This is for you best friend.