Drizzles call, drops fall
Flicks a stillness storms fleeing
Then got to know a flock
of drips dancing in youth
outside the windowsill
So close, so away,
Enough for a drizzloss.
Cradling me a home,
yearned I, isn’t it rainproof?
Yes, if only you were blocked.
In sprinkling pond sank me lost
for gray invaded, drops are doomed
As if dawn dwells upon morn frost
Humming a tune composed by
the weeping sky