Words Like Rain

I could feel the words

threaten to dry up and wither.

I could feel them threaten

to overflow and wash me away.

Words, like rain: drops of memory,

tears waiting to flow: I can see them; 

though they puddle and pool.

I can taste them.

I can savour the thought, 

and transport myself with them.

I cannot make it tangible anymore.

The dampened stain is all that remains