To Travel With Raindrops

Author: Runping Chen From the heavy clouds scurried the feet of rain, On the heads of trees they stepped. I hid myself under my umbrella But the raindrops never dodged. My journey, The part of the muddy and rugged Came upon the open and clear rain At the fork of wind. I was like the palest raindrops As if we met in the sky sometimes. We walked side by side and then found Poetry was my belief hereby on the muddy road. The heartfelt wishes were pattering, And emerged wet the past of my life. The elegant hairs of rain dotted with splashes Then were looking for the soul of Muse. We traveled at double speed While the raindrops chanting and Blowing on my umbrella excited Sprinkled piles of poetic lines.