I love watching rain
When thunders are roaring,
When clouds start to drain
Out of pain and souring...
and then, the quiet sound
of the raindrops falling,
as if the universe found
Peace after mourning.
Yes, I have sought
My own salvation
in building my house
at its weak foundation.
Yes, I have learnt
My woes of distortion:
Being dusted on the ground,
Being drown in the ocean.
Yes, I have sought
My God of lustration
In my being a human
The one with the human nation.
Left in my last piece
I love watching rain,
How distorted the sky is,
But how it sustains.
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