EVENING RAIN…
we live in a world that runs on time,
we live in a world where money is time,
in a world like that, small moments like this are the ones that allows us to pause and breathe.
The tired faces with a glimpse of relief,
The traffic horns sounding desperate,
The ringing bells telling it’s time to go home,
It’s the time of the day,
When the sky becomes orange.
And then…comes the smell of soil,
Inviting the sky to land,
Asking to nourish its dried fields.
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Soon, the rain starts,drop by drop,turning into a storm–A storm that pauses the world so, you can take a break.
Refreshing the tired lives — and it starts with you,
The unclear roads filled with fog,
Feels like clouds themselves came to greet us,
The drenched flowers, filled pits, clean roads,
Forcing us to take a break with strangers we never met,
Heart urges for a cup of tea.
And as it’s time night wakes up from sleep,
And… it moves on to yet a new destination to restore life once again,
And the night stays peaceful,as long as we dream.
BLOOM RAY
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