Flying birds magnetized to a tree
As the raindrops falling free
As the sun recedes behind the clouds
As the thunder growling out loud
I remember, when I was a child
I used to love dancing under the rain
But when I grow up and running wild
Sometimes I forgot the memory in my brain
In a day where lights are dimmed
I tried to runaway from pain
The tears are falling
The leaves are flying
The trees and the skies
Shiver in silver light
One day I was going home in rain
I saw tears and raindrops collide
Missing a drop of condensed water
Missing you
Missing myself
Novia, 2013
Poetry Prairie 