#018 When it rains...

My heart speaks to the rainy season

but my mind keeps running away

in this worldly life of commute

there seems no place for romantic getaway..

Yet wanting to feel it on the palms

when it rains through the day

as if asking for permission

to just dance and play..

Happy seems to be those

those kids with no place to stay

just running under the sky

their joy knows no bay..