I hear the subtle sky call my name,
as my head stoops down in shame

My tears pour like rain
while I try to numb this
non-existent pain

I caught sight of things I wanted to be
yet standing still fills me with jealousy

Here comes ye ignorance
caused by unease and a halt of time

Even one's sentiment
ye words failed to define

Some little drops of water
Whose home was at sea
To go upon a journey
They once happened to agree
A white cloud was their carriage
Their horse, a playful breeze
And over town and country
They rode along at ease
But the cloud held too many
And began to grow heavy
The little drops of water started to fall
And the cloud looked on with appal
The water fell to their dismay
Was this how they end their day?
~19/3/21

you hide under an umbrella made of steel
wincing at the sound of the rain as it hits the pavement

the same sound that I love so well
the soft pitter patter that mimics my beating heart

you cower away from the water, while I dive headfirst into the downpour

I just want you to come dance in the rain with me, that's all

set your steel umbrella aside and play with me for a bit

you and I under the bleeding sky
could it really be so bad?

I took a rain pill today
and drifted into dreams
in which I came to know
the inside of a lotus flower
that taught me how to be
grateful to the mud.

I wore rain glasses today,
their blurred glasses veiled
the long lines of lovers,
like you, marching towards me
with a practiced silence.

I cashed a rain cheque today
and got a lifeless wet kiss
in a way you slip yourself
an extra fifty dollars
of Monopoly money.

I took off the rain ring today
and put it into my pocket,
trying to remember the girl
with the arrogant smile,
chestnut eyes that warded off
nightmares on air flights,
kisses in playgrounds at night.

I put on a rain dress today,
shapeshifting to a fluid bond
between the frailties
of my soul and my mind,
concealing the warping
of my shadow.

This is where it starts.
This is where it ends.
October rain does not last forever.
At some point it becomes
November rain.

the clouds say hi
mosaic sky
invigorating petrichor
satisfied sigh

worms come to breathe
sea and land bequeath
downcast children wanting more
sky a gloomy wreath

go out in the rain
and feel life on your skin
energy made lucid
earth's spirit within

I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the growing stops,
When clouds' whispers no longer fill the sky with wind shades.
I hate it when the day caused by thunder sets,
I hate it when quieter it gets.
When the flickering lights go out,
When my inner self can no longer shout.
I hate it when the leaves go still,
I hate it when the roads no longer squeal.
I hate it when the rain stops;
When melancholy fades,
I hate it when the sky leaves me alone in saudade.
~Simroze
12•3•21
03:11am