Rain
(2008)
The sound of the pouring rain couldn't rid of my sorrow
Two smiling men came to ask me about direction
With my best sour face I asked them to leave
I lost also, don't you know?
The rain was still pouring
As I walked up the road,
Young beautiful couple teasing each other beside the crowded cafe
I saw them and crumbled
They made me wilt, they made me cry
The crawl-downed tears were invisible
Camouflaged by the rain drops
It is still raining
Lost, Lone and Loathe
I'm in rain and on rain...
My heart is raining
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011
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