When it downpours

Whenever it downpours,
The raindrops ceaselessly producing a pitter - pattering sound,
The air giving my nerves a nostalgic feel,
Permitting to look back on my bank full of last longing memories,
With some broken and unscathed ones.
Striving to recharge and reminisce those
Overlooked important caches,
And recreating the same enthusiasm and excitement,
That I used to have.
With a totally lost mind paying no heed to the present ,
But as soon as the sunbeams starts emerging from the scorching sun,
The incredible memories starts to get dimmer and forgoing,
And the past with embedded and priceless memories,
Seems to appear on the rainbow .