~hoW i LuRvE tHe RaiN~

another short verse composed in the train on my way home this evenin...

i was standing in the train
when it started to rain
despite being rooted to my current spot
memories came flooding back along with thoughts
simply by looking up into the sky
i can see dirty grey cotton balls up high
and by taking a deep breath of air
i could smell just what's out there
how i lurve to hear the sound of water
hitting the doors with pitter and patter
not forgetting the sight of rain
trickling beautifully down the panes
all these happened on a day
when i was so in a daze