When it downpours

Whenever it downpours,
The raindrops ceaselessly producing pitter- pattering sound,
The air giving my nerves a nostalgic feel,
Permitting me to look back on my bank full of long lasting memories,
With some broken and unscathed ones,
Striving to recharge and reminisce those
Overlooked important caches,
And recreating the same enthusiasm and excitement within me
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 be appear on the rainbow .