Hazy sky,
I woke up this morning.
Rain drops
flooding the pavement
Making it more colder,
this winter.
Looking out from the window
if rain had stop
Walk around in the afternoon
was not a good idea
The weather had not changed since
morning
Finished two books
till dusk
rains still pour from the sky
Old days thought,
bangka made from
folded paper
thrown away from the window
and watched it drifted away
Playing in the rain
was good to remember
Wish to go back
old days when I was
dancing in the rain
