The Rain

It’s raining outside. I like the rain but when it rains for the long time, I feel trapped at the same time. But sometimes it seems rain could be an anchor to wash the undesired thoughts from our lives. About the rain, I always have mixed feeling, but like everything rain also have something special in it and something to teach. Today my words may not be having any specific meaning, but I know I will find one day.

Sometimes I want to escape from you,

And want to hide myself beneath the shadow,

I want to wait for nothing until you go away,

Sometimes I have the same story as I start my day,

Sometimes I want to forget everything,

Either I hate or like you,

Though I want to hold your little drops in my hand,

And I want to dance as you do,

Sometimes I like to watch you outside,

When you drench the dry ground,

I want to do dabbling with the same rhythm as you do,

And I like it even I know we are not bound,

Sometimes when you don’t stop for hours,

I feel annoyed and trapped with you,

But when I open my window and let you inside,

Cold breeze makes me calm and give my thoughts a new ride,

Sometimes I want you to pour yourself,

So all the illusions can be washed away,

And then I can write what really means to me,

Words those just belong to me, belongs to my writing,

Else I don’t know, at the end that I want to be.