the night and storm were allies for the fear
proclaiming their growls into the ears
all alone, she was hastening back home
afraid of getting wet, for she didn’t have an umbrella
it was her trepidation and her daily struggles
as reflections of her swiped passed the murky puddles
little did she know a photo slipped from her
out from her bag, into the freezing blur
a photograph of her son overseas holding roses
you can smell these despite the mud covered
you can hear the noises of the city behind him
despite the heavy screams of the thunder
drops of rain went into his eyes
she didn’t want to get wet,
but her son already was
at the back of the photo words from him were written
words of love, soaked with the tears of the sky
with every one of these, the ink fades
splashed around saying their last goodbyes
— “ do you remember the walks in the gardens
during the sunset, magic on the land
searching for some roses while you hold my hand
I’ve got a thousand now just for you
I can’t wait to see you, I love you ”
In every shining drop of rain,
dwells a story hidden
in the heart of a soul
holding its happiness or hurt
and covered in dirt
to be lost into the unknown