Thursday, February 28, 2013
Listen to the Rain
Rain. My favourite weather.
But not for my dad, who works better under sunny weather.
But not for my mom, who dries her laundry better under sunny weather.
So, I keep the rain to myself.
Everytime I watch the clouds roll by and darken, I smile.
I await the moment of rain.
the fountain sputtering and struggling over the rainfall
the window tainted with beautiful pearl drops
the leaves in the garden keep nodding in meaningless agreement
myself, watching over the moist air
your face, under the heavy downpour
my smile, over the distance measured in puddles
City life has transformed everyone's heart.
Rain is a trap. It doesn't make you go free
to eat, to shop, to go to work or school
But rain, is freedom.
Stand in the natural shower
Drench yourself in the sweet tears from heaven
Don't feel it.
Don't feel the rain with your heart just yet.
Open your ears
Listen very closely
It calls your name
you feel the rain.