Rain with you

The rain that fell,
Offering a distinctive smell of wet soil,
Creating a cold
tickle the marrow,
Meet each cavity with a puddle of water.

I hate the rain,
It makes me reluctant to depart from a long sleep,
Makes me just chin resting all day,
And made me just sipping hot tea on the veranda.

However, I will learn to love the rain,
When able to create an atmosphere swing on every street corner,
Mused as he looked through the rain down from the large windows in the balcony,
And evoke memories amid the silence.

I also love the rain,
When the rain managed to imprison me with you,
Presenting an atmosphere that somehow passed through it,
And finally passed by a murmur long and blank stares.

Finally .....
I really love the rain,
When caught up with me,
In the drawing box.


*Thursday, October 27, 2011*