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.
It could be this very moment
that would last in our hearts, being so
fragrant.
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