Competing seemingly with tears from my eyes,
Alas, i'm all alone in my locked room,
With no illusion of the rains masking my tears.
The grounds outside are flooded,
My pillow inside is flooded too.
The plants outside dance with joy to every rain drop;
My heart inside, beats the drum of pain.
My body has gone numb,
Except my heartbeat and breathing.
You could squeeze a river out of my pillow,
It seems my tears had been on apprenticeship with Mr Rain.
© Iyke