The skies were grey
The rain fell fat
Her smile was wide
Sheets, covered that.

Perhaps it was destiny,
That we met on that rainy day,
You looked so happy, saying the teary raindrops were like jewels,
Joy surely comes in different kinds but what made them like gems for me was that bright, luminous grin of yours, while gazing away,
Out of selfishness and lonesome thoughts I drove myself near you,
To feel your warmth, to feel your soft, delicate skin and to feel loved.
Drawn into the imaginated landscape within my heart you lit an evening star, made it shine so my dim thoughts shall not corrupt me,
How generous you were, sharing your light with one who has none,
Yet, when I understood the meaning of eternity, you were long gone,
Passed away due time, an old dreamer who always saw the positive,
Fallen to the destiny of a life's end, oh how ruined I was then.
Since I cease to fade, I may as well keep the light you lit within me forever, so you too will never fully disappear from the face of earth.


~ Umi

Rainy days
Make the world smoother
Breathing easier
And my head clearer

Rainy days
Are a tranquilness
And contentedness
Anxiety competing with perfect silence

Rainy days
Oil the machine called life
Sanding off the rough edges of strife
Halting the reaper's ever-impending scythe

Rainy days
Are a gently cozy reprieve
So when the sun comes, please believe
This lost bastion of peace I shall grieve

Now what's with this rain and romance?
I could really hear all those drops,
One by one reminding me of all,
That I have all over me.
The dim lighted sky almost lit my long dark times.

You promised me a walk in the rain,
And I'm waiting here all alone.
I know for sure,
That those drops had already reminded you of me.

Think of me now,
And don't forget to touch those drops
Don't forget the promise you made!

A dazzling sough,
The wind blows through, across the stunning white clouds, to Earth,
A dearness of the whistling, carrying a, warm breeze makes it worth
Worth but to say nothing less than; praise the new coming day!
Rustling the leafs, shaking them, letting them dance, then sway,
The wind is a transient traveler, rushing through this worldly life,
Gathering clouds together, a delicate drizzle is what they strive for,
Distorting, carrying, leading them towards the ground, wettening them in a scenery of a wonderous sight, fertilising the soil more,
Howling in a showering yet intimitating sense of the changing scene,
Blowing over each drop of pure water on the green coloured grass,
Spring is truly a season where dreams can sore,
It gives us the idea of something greater, something more,
Coming with ups, then downs, it gets carried away by the wind,
Until finally, the sunny days of summer are to come,
Sit down with me, listen to the sighing of the wind, don't be lonesome
By the sound it makes, the gentle song which blows through our ears
Can you hear it whispering ?

~ Umi

The sounds of morning
roused me from a deep slumber.
The clouds grew tumid.

Songbirds of the day
kept me company and we
held the rain at bay.

A gentle twilight
broke the slow afternoon’s back;
a drizzle followed.

The sky wept last night;
the storm faded in hiccups.
Now the earth is dry.

Rainy days have come again;
Seems that they do not have an end.
For even when the sun is shining,
I see no silky silver lining.
Even when the sky is blue,
It seems a dull and darkened hue.
Even when the birds are singing,
I hear a haunted, hollow ringing.
Through pseudo smiles; lying laughter,
No hope of, ‘happily ever after.’
Since I have pushed you far away,
The rainy days are here to stay.

Gently it pours
Like cotton on the skin,
Forming puddles therein,
And reflecting the lights it showers in.

Gently it spills
Veiling the hills
And wash away all the lethal ills;
To spare hopes and wills.

Gently it falls
Like little, cool, crystal *****
Melting onto the abundant furniture of this green halls
Along with waltzing winds it calls.

By Wardah
23rd November 2017 (6.18pm)