rain

What Are You

Behind what’s seen,
What are you, Beloved?

Root of a tree
Who grows in in the dark,
Breathes with the creepy crawly,
Sleeps in none of seasons.
Silently grateful for
What’s not understood.

Cartilage of a human body
Who is not hard enough to be bone,
Not soft enough to be muscle,
Comfortably sits in between,
Catches messages delivered
By whisper, breeze and wind.

Jasmine sambac of the garden
Who is humbly tiny, clustering;
Blooms the whole year,
Leaves much fragrance to the day,
Deep meaning to celebration
Before she dries brown.

Helium of the sun
Light, low, odourless, tasteless, insipid—
It’s peaceful to be low profile,
It’s more joyful and freer,
It’s easier to be me,
Closer to Gaia.

Yet no secret bandit among
The rascals in the block!

What?!

What what?!
Don’t ask. I can be anything
But
You.

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Rainy weekend is good especially when just have to shortly reply “Ok!” to a message saying “Heavy rain. Impossible to bike. Rain check ya.”

💝

🥰 can watch this forever! lovable rascals!

Good Fruits

Learning, Poetic

Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.

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It’s a blessed night: fresh for the rain.

Cool, Calm

Learning, life, Poetic, This Person

Curtain of water
Falls down from the sky. Earth says
Thanks for the blessings.

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Rain has come almost everyday making the heart comfy and calm. Rain has always strengthened any kinds of dreams about this life. Rain is always the trigger of productivity.

So, never go away, Rain.

Oops! My laundry, my laundry….!

🤪

these boys’ uniform reminds me of my childhood; in rainy days I would ignore umbrella and just ran home pushing the curtain of water 💝 hey, the boys were on the way to school not home that’s why they needed the “umbrella” 🥰

A Who Who Is Missed

Learning, life, love, Map It!, Poetic, This Person, Those People

It rains, Beloved
Orange stays bright in the west.
Wish you were here, Who?

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Sometimes the one that is dearly missed is that who never remembers us. What a paradox!

Paradox is beauty of life, contradictory realities that are given at the same time. There are plenty of hidden messages in between only clear heart can read.

May all beings be happy. 💝

Story of Today’s Rain

Learning, love, Poetic

Indeed, Beloved
Whatever’s left by the rain
Is good memory.
Each water droplet saves it;
Plays its melody sweetly.

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I wish I could read your mind, borrow some of the words and insert them into a unique story.

An everlasting wish….

💝

Wind

Learning

Wind is sent to Cloud
Who pours Rain down to Soil. Grow!
Seeds inside emerge.

Imagine despair is like the earth longing for rain until suddenly the wind comes pushing lines of clouds that can’t suspend the heavy droplets anymore so turn into rain…. The earth welcomes each of the raindrops happily, hugs each of all seeds which have been buried beneath the dry layers of soil, almost broken, damps and pushes them up above the ground to grow….

Wind…. It takes just one blow of wind to see beautiful colours.

May all beings be happy.

Walking In The Rain

Learning, Poetic

Breezy gloomy night
Walks along green-hedged pavement.
Tiptoes splash some joy.

Some night is just so good that you don’t even care about getting wet and splashed with mud. All bad thinking and feeling just go away or…. fade away.

Oh ya? Ya! Just don’t splash on others walking or running near you.

Interestingly there are some benefits of walking in the rain I just found. No umbrella please…. Read below link.

Walking In The Rain

Picture is originally attached in above link.

Learning

If you can stop rain,
Try. You will get an award,
Or another job.

In the last two days rain didn’t stop, literally 48 hours down pour. I thought it wouldn’t rain today, cloudy day though. So, well packed I was off to the open air.

As the track was a bit slippery with thin mud, biking speed limit had to be pretty low. With some road block, not much space is there to ride comfortably.

The plan to have lunch while reading didn’t work either as the cafe closed much earlier today and they said the same for tomorrow. It started to rain so no no choice but turning back to home route. The cafe wouldn’t allow me to stay longer ‘coz they would cover all the chairs with tarpaulin soon.

Light rain is good….. in a good day. It felt like itchy needles on skin today. Lucky to cover half of the face with this cute face mask so no one would see this bad mood.

Some plans don’t work. Some days don’t come out nice and bright. Ah…! As long as I’m still alive, it’s ok. I don’t have to stop the rain to enjoy biking. If I can stop rain, I might get an award or a new job as a “rain shaman”. What a busy life if I am…. 😛

Under the railway not far from home…. Let’s sit down and recharge smile battery.

Arid Land, His Heart

Learning, Poetic

I never want to hurt myself, I just didn’t know who you are.
I got hurt by a cactus in a desert
Who pricks little fingers,
Who just want to touch this life softly,
Not hurting, not taking anything away.


Wounded, I decided to blame stupidity:
Why did I have to have to have to have to have to just touch cacti? I should have left that arid land long before I touched a prickly spirit.


A delayed regret is less important than a lesson learned but it always gives a story the most significant pivot.


Now
I’ll just admire from here
From where I stand
With millions of prayers
For a secret journey.
Yet I know you are a ghost days and nights.


Someday when I pour down the rain,
You’ll know.
Love is as sweet as water in drought—
Maybe—
If it is not late....