Smile of the Rain

Rain is oddly therapeutic

It mends and

Traces lost souls

Throws broken memories

Leaves the scrapped pieces behind

And unleashes one's inner psyche.

I love it when it rains

I love the cold air breeze

That gently touches my skin

Cold but I can still feel some warmth

I love the sound of the water droplets

Like a sweet melodic yet melancholic

Sound of music

I love how it feels all blue and gloomy

Without the rays of the sun

And the vast blue sky

Just plain darkness

And the countless rainwater droplets.

Even without sunshine

I just feel that rain, to be true

Can give me happiness

More than sunshine can do.

Rain makes me special

Makes me devote for my time alone

Takes me back to all the memories

I've almost thrown

Joyful ones

Are retrieved,

Terrible ones

Are erased.

There can be the greatest leisure I can do

Books and my comfy pillows

With the light of the lampshade

That slightly glows.

With the great companion

Of hot steaming coffee

Feels oh so carefree.

I think rain offers me the best time to to think

Widens my narrowed imagination

Brings sigh of relief

Filling in thoughts and questions

Sometimes I am just not sure

If everything will be fulfilled with answers

It brings out the best feeling of nostalgia

I know it makes me sad sometimes

Leads me to the scarred past

But half way through it

Good, old memories

Engraved and imprinted

Can mend all the scarred spaces from my heart

Rain weirdly does that!

And that after the rain

You know what shows up?

Seven rays of light

Scattered

Dispersed

From that dark skies of gray

Turned light skies of blue

I look up, I see brilliant lights

And from its deeper context,

I see rays of healing and hope.