A lot of raindrops, yes, get them and you will have a whole bunch of choir right up your rooftops.
Such small things screaming bravery, vulnerable to die in just a splash yet excitement runs with them in every dive.
They are never created for themselves but the quenching of the thirsty world and they give their all with every fall.
And I wish I’m like one little rain drop.
One who is not afraid to fall even at breaking point to losing the self too better the world.
But a price is to be paid, I have to unclothe myself of these coats of pride and selfishness.
Then will I be able to to join this beautiful selfless choir falling from heaven.

It is me.
Watching the sky.
Lonely in the car that is not moving.
You can see it all.
You can see the flowers, peoples and the beautiful clouds.
I turn off the air conditioner so I can feel the fresh air outside.
I smell everything.
Whether it stink or perfumed.
I can assume
You can see the birds.
Flying around the sky like it was their house.
They are free.
But sometimes they're not.
They would be caught and never gets out.
But it still a birds.
A scared little birds.
A homeless little birds.
Its a birds.

(m.i)