After the shower,

floating around in the glass --


the candle still burns.

Just staring at this rain sparks a boundless space of thoughts
Let it all out, even little by little,something that was locked out, that you sought

Let it be a pen or let be a brush
Let be a pencil or let it be some crush

At the end of all the place will fall
The place will fall when the time will call

Let it be words or let it be an art
As we lay down on a horseless cart

An endless pit with a place to fit
The choice of none as the rule was done

A mourning joy, a meaningless pleasure
A rain that forever was an unpriced treasure

I will cry with you
I will hide your tears
I will cling to you
I will roll off with ease
I will comfort you
like no human ever could

People in wet coats

are avoiding the puddles --


but I just jump in!

The breeze ran cold last night
Under raven duvet, memories went gray.
In empty hills where my desires lay;
Rain flooded my rationale insight.

I was cold even before the winds blew,
And rain came—an obligation too.

with light there is darkness,
but in those rainy days, the
moments that are pitch black
no escape from the mind, alone.

I find my voice in the static,
pickup the pen, and I write.

You arrived in my life like a summer’s rain,
Unexpected, unearned, but exactly what I needed.
A downpour filling the empty riverbeds of me,
Healing the cracked earth where love once tried to grow.
There I stood, arms wide open, letting you soak into my skin.
A feeling of unending, everlasting, love.

But the thing about rain,
It never asks where it is needed, it just falls.
I thought love was something to keep,
Something to hold in cupped hands…

I didn’t know it could be a season,
A passing storm that never stays.
Yet I thought, maybe,
Just maybe,
It was me.

The way my trees blew in the winds,
The way my roots stretched too far.
Were these the reasons that sent you drifting?
For your rain to fall on another land…

The thought of you still pains me,
The rain that once was still remains deep within the wells of me.
But as years pass on,
I still stand.
Greener than before,
Grateful for what once was,
Hopeful for another rain to fall