The gods are playing with me
They know I cannot win
It's a matter of Fate over will
Heart over mind
Strong over weak
There's only one cloud in the sky today
How lonely it must feel, how full it is of pain
Like a dinghy with no sailors
Suspended loosely in the sea
Slowly, slowly, it starts to sink
And now rain from the cloud bursts free


I don't mind the rain. She is my friend
She's always by me, she's always there
Whenever I need a little company
Only she can share the weight of my misery
I listen silently to her quiet sobbing
And hear the pitter-patter of her running feet
It makes me want to flee as well
I want to fly with her, away from this hell
But I can't, because deep down inside I know
That apart from here, I've nowhere else to go



A flicker, a crash, a fork that tears
Across the sky with a blinding blue glare
The thunder scares me like a threatening roar
But the magestic lightning that follows only awes
He's so livid, so angry
His words sting like a slap
Yet the thrashing feelings behind them take me aback
The structure is beautiful, so messy, so thoughtless
He stumbles and rumbles as he stutters through his words
The overwhelming truth and hurt is finally released
In a flurry of arrows that weakens my knees
And pricks my eyes. I didn't know he felt this way.
I couldn't tell he was upset. I had nothing to say.
When he was finished, silence stood between us.
He drops his head, shaking... But from what?
I press my lips together as tears fill me to the brim.
I never thought he loved me as much as I loved him.



A daisy by the pavement is getting battered by the rain.
Her pretty sunny face is smashed again and again.
She doesn't deserve that. Her fragile body is so bruised
Her leaves are limp, her petals are loose
And yet she tries futilely to stand, to straighten, to mend
Believing foolishly in her feeble, diminished strength
I pity her. The poor sweet child
So naive, taking root in a place off the beaten path
Thinking she would stand out.
The name she planned to carve was engraved indeed
But only on a mere pebble lying in the grass
That people ignore or unknowingly kick.
I pity her. Oh, the little fool.
For a moment I hold my hand cautiously over her
Before I take it away. For I suddenly remember
I have better things to do than care for a flower.



The pavement is growing smaller, and now it smells
It smells... familiar.
The raindrops dance on it like fingers on a piano
Tapping to a rhythm that not even I know
But it still sounds familiar.
My mind recalls lyrics I once etched in a notebook
How did it go again?
If I'm not wrong it was in tune to an old childhood song...
But how did it begin?
Something to do with the wind, something about the rain
Something about maise and waving, golden grain
I cannot remember. But never mind that.
I'll just write a new one and forget the rest.


Warm air wraps me, a shadow passes over my head.
I'm standing under my verandah... I feel no rain.
As I fish for my keys I toss away my past thoughts
Going home is all that matters, my home is all I've got.
Life is simple, I think as I open the door.
When your feet are muddy wipe it.
When your face is wet dry it.
When it is raining, close the windows.
Then it's not raining anymore.



Writer's note: I wrote this when it was raining outside. It wasn't supposed to be about rain, but it just flowed into that tunnel, so I let it be. Hehe. This was supposed to wait until Seuta Cafe (francesca's collab with me for our poems and oneshots) was set up, but recently I met some great poets, and I realised my work needed polishing before I put it on display.

So yeah. If you bothered to read all the way till here could you bother to write me a comment too? Is it too abrupt? Too boring? Too cliche? Is it messy? Not enough meaning, not mystifying enough, or is it too ambiguous? Does it linger in your head? Can you clearly see the images, feel the rain, and the pity or sorrow or longing or nostalgia or whatever there is to feel?? (TwT) Thank you! I really really appreciate it. It took me three effing hours in the corner of my bedroom, but I still think something's missing.