Waiting a rain to stop is highly ridiculous
Because flash of thoughts overflows
Thoughts of the morbid past
That I used to savage the nature of vast
Sitting here, absent-mindedly, next to the window
And hugging tightly the pillow
Is like a welcomer
Of remnant hurts and pains, letting to severe
Coz rain provokes me to remember the man I loved
The man who took away my dove
And just leave me futile
Abhorred and shunned me just like having an ill
The quotation, “There’s always sunshine after the rain”
Is extremely pseudo and vain
Because after the rain
Tears continually fall down and hurts remain
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rain-34/
