It comes with rain

When it rains as it does these days
I welcome the memories and
its sentimental moods
that wrap me in a
temporal warmth.

The feeling is addictive.
Pair the coldness
with music
and you are set
for an emotional feast.

As it rains every year
the best of settings
from the sentimental countdown
are chosen
and are remembered.

Then with rain
comes good sleep.
Memories are loaded
and revisited.
The soul rests and
the mind wanders.

Memories come alive
in dreams.