Waiting for the Rain

Waiting for the Rain

By Jean Lee

For all the lands that are parched to the root,

A gentle touch of sweet drops would perfectly suit.

To all the souls that are broken apart,

A quiet sound of savory drizzle would heal the heart.

I believe there will be a hint of blessing tomorrow.

So that withered petals of our hopes find their light even in sorrow.

Seeing through the blank look of your loved one someday,

You may shout inside ‘Are you with me?’ like you pray.

With the looming gap of miles and miles between each other’s mind,

The ailing soul is reaching out to you in silence so unkind.

It is your story, their stories ,…. and mine.

You don’t need to keep it a secret, and I’m fine.

Only if there’ll come a day we have the long lost rain,

All our tears won’t have been shed in vain.

Whisper three words into his or her ears in no time

Albeit it looks like they don’t even care a dime.

Could be this very moment

  That would last in our hearts, being so fragrant.