the memory

The memory
There’s thunder in the sky,Dark clouds are blowing by,And every now and then,There’s a thundering bang.
It then begins to rain,And deep inside my brain,Something somewhere clicks,And a fleeting memory flicks.
The wind is blowing stronger,The lightning’s staying longer,Lighting up the night,A glimpse of momentary daylight.
Now the rain’s pouring harder,Taking me a bit further,Deep inside my brain,To a memory brought on by the rain.
The sheet of rain I find,Is making me go blind,And I can see nothing now,And I can hear nothing now,Except the deafening rain,But for the blinding sheet of rain.
And deep inside my brainThe memory takes a few,Moments to ripen and be overdue,And I know the memory is You.