The warmth of cotton is felt,
When an intimate breeze threatens.
Dashes of clear
interrupt the sky.
And its warm palette mixes sombre.
It is sad to look yonder
But to that ball of blue
we lean to.
Because the rain invites warmth,
like how hatred invites love.
It is opposites that refresh.

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.