It was a clear sunny day when I saw you sitting,
On the plains, the sun we can see it shining.
Smiling at the sky for what have you been thinking?
Are you worried that the sun is sinking?
Leaves are dancing,
Gales are racing,
A storm, we can see it moving.
"Droplets? is it raining?"
A frown in your face, it doesn't seem good.
You shouted, "Storms are rude!"
Words came out the bottom of your lungs,
Thus, your pendant began to rang!
The storm, the rain
"Is it gonna rain again?",
Those agony and pain
Of the storm, will rise once again.
Light shone, bright, is this the empty vast?
It was only me and you, at last.
Time paused as we ascended,
Where we have been beheaded.
It was you controlling the shine
The wind, the storm beyond that shrine.
Through the vast I told you to accept
Those pains are inevitable, we can't reject.
As I go through the storm
Trying to stop me, but you would be wrong.
I was saving you from your pain,
We must accept the rain.
We don't need to avoid the rain nor the pain.
It is an experience we must gain,
I'll kiss you goodbye.
Hope you reconsider making your own rain, your teary eyes that cry.
This is an old poem back in 2021