Wednesday, 14 September 2011

S I L V E R L I Q U I D S D R O P S

i'm just sitting in my room. wacthing the rain trickle down my window. Through the glass in my bedroom window and the echo that come from it. its really soothing. yeah, the best thing in this world, of course, is a cozy rain. the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or have a laptop on your lap on the bed or read a good book by the fire, #like macam dekat rumah nie ada fireplace pulak en# take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency while watching the raindrops. All was silent as before. All silent save the dripping rain. I used to stare up at the sky trying to see where the rain born. I could do it for hours.  Well, minutes.  But it was always the waiting that was the most fun. just Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.


My Sneaking Tears
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill.
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we: 
This rain; myself, in harmony.


Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

i just love the rain. like seroiusly. rain is my life. no doubt. i l o v e r a i n~