The Rain Remembers

I’ve heard that water remembers, 

that it holds memory within mists

The rain remembers me

It remembers the way I danced  in summer downpours, barefoot upon the sunwarmed sand 

The fragrance of petrichor perfuming the air as raindrops met hot earth 

It remembers gathering at the heart of the horizon and rolling over the waves to meet me in a storm by the ocean outside my hotel balcony

My memories of rain are ones of awe,

at the power of water, at the way the sky seemed to be an ocean upside down whose waves were falling to the ground below, 

Silver and slanted, carried by the wind