There used to be magic
In the sound of falling rain
An enchantment in the air
My brother and I would stare
Into the backyard and watch the sky
Weep for hours into the swimming pool
We'd hear the thunder
We'd see the lightning
The house would tremble
And make the noises houses make in storms
Squeaky doors
Squeaky floors
Rattling panes of glass
The gutters out front would flood
And we'd launch our makeshift boats
Trying to keep up with them as we ran along the sidewalk
Little boys making the big world fit into their imagination
It used to rain a lot back then
So the magic was abundant

We're older now
And the rains of our youth
Seem rarely to fall
And so the magic is lessened
And the enchantment
Well, it's been replaced by reality
Bills and work
Worries and fears
Our children will never know the joy
That our imaginations brought us

There used to be magic
In the sound of falling rain
But the rain falls
No more

P.Frias

-with Ant Frias