#rainyseason
The city is dead
Like thunder shouting into
The infinite blue.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
Cold weather filled in my whole existence.
My entire exterior also received sun kisses.
The coolness of the atmosphere, makes me think about a habit.
I want to create a gentle habit with the drizzle, while heaven and earth keep on spinning.
I intend to be relaxed by the wind that is blowing, while my soul is rehydrated by the pouring rain.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
If you had smiled to me
I would have known
I was just a random rainy season in the South.
Coming and leaving out of the blue
drizzles tapping gently on the ground.
You described the gray day as poetic
and still was in favor of the passion of clear, blue sky
white cloud with or without.
I was a random rainy season in the South
caught you off guard when you were leaning on the windowsill.
Reversed the day and night to compose a new song
one that would be catchy yet difficult to remember,
that would initiate you to show me the tricks to dance
when I didn't tell you there were complicated lyrics
secretly put under the simple rhythm.
The excitement of summer would never be negated
as you put on the sneakers and lit up a cigarette.
The numbers on the calendar leaped forward
Between us another step closer
but the music had been switched.
Yours was white as usual
but mine had lost.
When the next fall comes we will both change.
It will take another time for you to show me around.
Behind the tinted glass and small roses newly settled under the curtain
I was recognized as a rainy season in the South.
Everything else stays the same
but I just hope you can find out
there actually was a regularity
in those days when I came by.
when the leaves were green, the coffee you ordered would be iced
when we met up, there was no longer a stain on the sky.
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
Crystal clear the tears of sky
Sliding down the pane
I close my eyes and wish it's just another rainy day
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
*The supreme painter paints
on his canvas
drops of rain
while I sit by the window
and stay amazed
by the strokes of his brush
trying to reduce my pain.*
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
*Sitting near the window
On a mellow morning
There’s a palpable eagerness
To wash away the summer heat
The nearest tree branches sway
In anticipation to welcome the rain
I can feel leaves talking to each other
Sudden gust of cool air touches me
Making me aware of my presence
May be the rains are on their way
The tree branches do an ecstatic dance
I look up at the accumulating clouds
Suddenly the sky opens up in happiness
Sound of rain is like the sweetest lyrical notes
There’s flowing elegance in the air
Rains wash away the last bit of gloominess
Here my heart wants to get drenched
I finally join the trees and birds
And get the taste of refreshing shower
Rains are here and there is hope writ all over*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC