What are you saying to me?
The howling of the winds
Just makes sounds like racing cars
The grey colored sky waiting to pour down
Painting the sky like a mockery clown
The slight ray of light peeping through the clouds
Questions itself with doubts
Moving closer bit by bit to the land
Wait until I hold you in my hands
Playing with the winds and the sea
Hush! It is just you and me ☺
Well! Tell me Mr. Rainy man
Will you be mine? ♡
The picture was taken today in Busan, South Korea by the author. It was a fine rainy evening which is an alarm call for a solitude poem. I love this lonely late evening where I walk in the rain like I own it and soak myself with the rain. It's madness some might say. But for me, it’s a never-ending relationship.