The Rain

Alone.

Sitting on the bench, holding breath.

Hardly,

Gasping for the air,

Longing for the memories.

It was raining.

And she closed her eyes.

Seen nothing but darkness.

Yet the dark was pleasant,

And so she smiled.

Calmly listened to the rain drops.

One. Two. Three. Four.
And there,

In blurry of the evening,

She caught a face.
Him.

Reaching out the hand.
Asking for chance,
He once had.

Oh the raining just about to stop.
It taught her well,
To embrace new rainbow.

And so she stands.
One. Two. Three. Four.
The tears has gone.
Away with the rain.

Ain.