Dancing In The Rain, Bahrain

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