Raining

The heavens shed inevitable tears
Soon its traces will be set to oblivion
Just like how my grandeur falls and perishes
and abruptly buries lonely by the earth.

The clouds are too melancholic to look at,
but they will always be coming and passing by
together with the tragic feelings within me
Keeping me drowning in this abyss of dumbness.

The skies scream so loudly from such a distance,
I can hardly hear my own heart’s clamors.
Just to think how the pain collides inside me,
keeps me haunted by memories of long ago.

Raindrops fall as teardrops roll for you,
The unpleasant ambiance of yesterday returns
As every lightning brings back your words,
struck my heart’s inner thoughts of the pain you gave me.

The wind is overwhelming with the sonatas.
They make me forget felicity for a while.
In sorrow is where my past reminisce you,
when you left me broken under this same dark sky.

-killden-

Rain most of the time opens the door of a melancholic past. I used to hate rain because of the flashbacks. But as I stare at the rain every time it falls, I realize that nothing is so bad about it.

Let me tell you a secret of mine. Rain helps me to avoid tears roll down my cheeks. How? Well it may sound corny but I just remember that every time that I’m down and I feel like crying, I just need to stare at the sky, lift all the tears to the clouds so that they will be the ones to cry for me.

It’s just in the state of mind.

I love rain, rain loves me.