Was I ever loved by the rain?
She
traps trapped me in countless bus stops surrounded by concrete
yet she
paints painted my rice fields with a tint of gold
But was I ever her muse as well, or
am was I just a happy coincidence?
She
comes and goes came and went as she
pleases pleased
and I
can could never stop her from leaving
as much as I would've wanted to
for I
know it's knew it was in her nature to roam the skies and embrace the sun
and bring rainbows to the lands she reaches
Yet I still love her
I still long for her whenever she's gone
and I still wish for her cold embrace - the countless raindrops falling
to keep me still for the nightBut now the clouds have cleared
with the rain long gone
The sun brightly blinding
a warm embrace throughout the day
Was I ever loved by the rain?
I chuckled at the thought -
What a stupid thing to ask.