The Rain by Ekuna Ch

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.