Sunday, November 09, 2008

Comfort of the Rain

Sitting here, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the first drop
The first touch of relief
To wash all my sorrows away

Yet I just stay and watch
I dare not walk into the rain
Touch of the breeze calms me down
I take in a deep breath, again and again

I turned to the horizon
Amidst the dark skies
A streak of sunlight piercing through
Is that my sunrise, or is it my sunset?

I pick up the broken pieces
Piecing them back together
I can smile and just look back
The rain has finally come