Sometimes,
Memories are like the rain showers
Sprinkling down upon you
Catching you unaware.
Sometimes,
Memories are like thunderstorms
Beating down upon you
Relentness in their downpour
And then they will cease,
Leaving you tired and bruised.
Sometimes,
Memories are like shadows
Sneaking up behind you
Following you around
Then they disappear,
Leaving you sad and confused.
Sometimes,
Memories are like comforters
Surrounding you with warmth,
Luxuriously abundant,
And sometimes they stay,
Wrapping you in contentment.
(Marsha Updike)
