Rain

I look at the sky, so cloudy , the  dark cloud is hanging tied and heavy

Worry  eyes stare without blinking, the cold ice....
Wind blows all the hopes,then the fog  is coming down slowly, hanging everywhere...

everything becomes blurry, white and gloomy

  

The wind blows the fragrance of the wild musk, grasses, trees and flowers.. .the smell hangs on the  cold , on misty air 
 I see the water drops slowly ... makes a rhythm   then starts pouring   everywhere...on the trees, the leaves, the flowers are wet and  fresh

There is no shelter , only open wide  grass  at riverside  that full of trees, buses and colorful flowers , those become vague through a curtain of falling water

So many legs  run, hoping to find a shelter; under the big tree, under the bridge, under the umbrella.... standing shiver!, cold and arms wrapping their body, watching the rains falls as their mind are flying , some of them are already wet and are walking  helplessly

On the river, the ducks swim and sing joyfully, like all the leaves, trees and flowers welcoming every single drops of water, it looks green, glow  and fresh

Some children shout through the sounds of dropping rain, they are playing with joy, the laughter, their spirit compete with the sound of the falling water

As you see a wide open smile , bright eyes  with the sweet faces full with love,  their eyes are talking, they are sharing a dream , their heart are tingling with warm and exciting feeling    watching the drops... smiling, their giggling and laughing like their heart  is opening filling their soul with hope, passion  .  They need and care toward each other, their faces look in to the sky, they want to feel the rain drops

But, rain also is a cut of opening wound,  a bleed , hurt full with pain, every drop falling down  go deep inside the wound ; the deep cut, the throbbing, the jolt of pressure... shutter your life , your heart is numb, your chest is empty... You fall down with unbearable pain  
In your heart ; every single drops is your falling tears, every layer of coldness is shaking your sadness, everything is disappear in your life, down, deep down....only hurt...only pain and  your wound is opening wide


For some, the rain is a  shooting feeling, just for a moment there is nothing, only peace
Thinking about the past, some are grey and harsh and some are warmth and bright

The air is cold and windy, the rain drops drizzling and so many eyes are watching and their mind are thinking about the future with the memory of the past and wishful ; " Everything will be fresh and will  have sleepy night"