Nostalgia

Photo Credit: Lilit Sargsyan, Armenia

The sudden rain takes me back
across thousands of miles
of sweet memories.

Memories pelting my senses
like hail leaving its marks on
an innocent roof.

A roof which protects
those who want to stay dry;
I stand outside and look up to the sky.

The sky, suddenly so porous,
Leaking rapidly and generously
without regard for my heart.

My heart is wide open, absorbing
every drop and exuding
nostalgia so thick I can smell it.

The smell of rain takes me
straight back to the summers
of my Armenian childhood.

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