The rain is pouring from the sky,
Like waterworks streaming down my cheeks as I cry
The nature is with me,
Piercing through the core of my psyche,
Whispering,
“I’m with you. I know what you’re going through.”
But that doesn’t stop me from weeping,
The rain is so disheartening.
I winded up pitying myself,
Thinking,
Only breeze is there to offer its hand,
While all and sundry doesn’t seem to understand.
I feel stuck in the heave,
Cold while my eyes are heated.
Ruminating the past,
Forlorn in my room gloomed like dusk.
Grasping that I’m wretched
Waiting till this rainy day ends.
– M.R.A.