Tip-tip-tip-tip-tip.
Ripples of happy rain,
Caressing me gently.
Within my hairs,
Within my ears.
I imagine her strange smile,
For her, its like bugs crawling.
She's not here but
I close my eyes,
To only see me.
I hate thinking that
I had just look strange.
The water warms my heart,
The water wipes my face.
But, every oddness, every judgement.
A thunder strikes my brain, "THIS CAN'T HAPPEN" it screams.
For that reason,
I follow, feet after feet,
Street by street.
But I don't want to follow,
I want to grow.
Day by day, she appears once in a while.
Day by day, I grow a bit stronger.
Just breath.
P.S. I suggest you to don't be too long in the rain, you're likely to get sick.
