When it rains, it sweeps away dried leaves into the gutter
Sweet scent of rain on dry earth, a titillate petrichor on the burrow
When it rains, it sweeps away dusts on glass of the window
Creating crystal ornaments of blue rain’s formation
When it rains, it sweeps away bright rays of the sun
Altering breeze into a cold whirlwind on my skin
When it rains, it sweeps away the blood in my body
Jarring sound of rain falling to the ground, seeping into my heart
When it rains, it sweeps away every memory that I need not to remember
I’ll only remember those as rainy days
Novia, June 2014
Poetry Prairie 