Dark clouds, sound of heavy winds..
This day, the day I've pray from yesterday, has come.
Drips of water falls, running through my head, cheek, chin, slowly.
People's chattering, increasing their steps, while I try to decrease mine.
Dark, the pretty collage of shallow moons from above, moving faster and faster.
The smell of wet ground which I love, reminds me of you.
Wet and dirty jeans.
With bare feet I step on your grass, where you don't allow it, actually.
But I dare myself, for this time, cause this is my time, where I can do what I want and fail like I want, cause I know the rain will go through my heart too, erase all my guilt, regrets and wash my broken heart off.