The rain,
the holy creepy heavy rain
that came not just with the heavy drops
but with the unstopable storm of
hopes.
I decided not to get wet in it,
but it put me down.
I decided to get over it, get dry,
it put me down.
And when I decided
to dance in it
it put me down as well!
Now what I see,
is the rush of running clouds
that have done their job
and are rushing
onto the next one!
Just below the clouds,
I see the glow, a bit red, a bit hot,
unparalleled glow of
the achievements of struggle
while the rain was on
and it includes,
a wet valet, with wet money,
a wet bag, with wet belongings,
a wet heart, with a new wet wittiness!
The rain would come back
again the next season,
I will get wet,
again the next season
the cycle will just go on!
But the question unanswered is,
Why all this?!
