Rain Chimes

The black top sparkles beneath my boots.

Rain drips down my umbrella to say hello.

Bleak and gray, the sky matches me.

A demeanor just affirmed by todays forecast

Bell chimes from the old church ring a tune

I feel as if I am in a memory

Music transcends time and I sense something.

Something reminiscent and beautiful and old

I pause.

Listening for something I don’t know what.

Connection to the song, perhaps.

The stillness, the smell, the bells, the cadence of water.

We are one.

My boots start moving again.

And so does the rain.