Hujan yang turun bagaikan mutiara

Hitam kegemaranku, hitam nampak kemas, kemas bergaya bermakna tiada kelemumur.
Nama saya RAIN.
Okay, cut the crap. Actually I juz wanted 2 highlight the word RAIN up thr. Cuz juz now when I was walking in the rain, I felt different. Like the rain has washed everything away. One thing's for sure, it felt gud.


I once thought I hated Rain,
Soaked with gloom and sopping wet.
But from walking in the rain,
I'll say I'd not seen its true beauty yet.

Rain is nature's contrast,
Providing sanctuary from heat and day.
Turning bark to healthy black,
And sandy ground to earthy clay.

Rain is a reflection,
To those emotions we all feel.
Coloring dark gray for sadness,
And for those cheerful it colors teal.

I once thought I hated the cold,
Frantically shivering and bitterly sober.
But from walking in the rain,
I gave the cold a new cover.

The cold is nature's preserver,
Keeping time and movement still.
Changing resilient green to brilliant orange,
And freezing water to shimmering crystal.

The cold is a spacious gap,
Where no warmth or emotion lingers.
The air is crisp and stings your throat,
And you lose feeling in your toes and fingers.

When I was walking in the rain,
This viewpoint for my soul.
I prefer to let things slide along,
Too much resistance can take a toll.























Photo courtesy of OjosVerde