Rain

Memory is a strange thing.
I can remember every lunch code I have ever had
4005 enter
11056
104949
and my libasry card number from sith grade
23149007141524
but not a password I made just last week.

You can choose what you remember.
My seventh grade year was tough
and I usually choose to remember the bad things
as if that will justify my pain.

But some memories you don't pick.
Whenever it rains,
I hear the seventh-grade talent show again
when this girl sang a self written song:
"Rain,
oh rain
stop fallin' down on me
'cause I'm losin' my grip
and I'm startin' to slip
and I'm afraid I'm going to drown."