Oftentimes the rain is dropping too fast
From above, to the roofs unto the ground.
You want to grasp the rain,
But it keeps spilling.
Though nothing has left
And the rain fades silently,
Your hope depends to the tiny drops
To fall in the window and tops of your home.
Gained as you wish from these droplets you had
Dreaming of a bright sunshine is seemingly broad,
That the visions became so blurred
By the darkness of the star.
You, as dark conscious being
Believed the star will shine as the sun
Even filled with bucket-full of rain drops
Will parch after seizing through the list..
