While the Rain is Pouring

And when it rains
I know the the world softens, 
The streets and edges 
And light post becomes attractive 

Raindrops fill my glass 
And becomes the mirror of blended colors 
It’s mesmerizing, but
Behind those colors, I saw you 

While the rain is pouring 
I saw a man walking 
Across the busy street 
Holding an umbrella

While the rain is pouring
Someone passed me by 
With a clouded mind and hazy eyes 
Holding an umbrella 

While the rain is pouring 
Someone thump me,
Not with a sword nor spear 
But the arrow pierced me

And when it rains
It coats the harsh reality for awhile,
And that moment, at least,
Everything becomes beautiful for awhile

Author’s Note:

Just another thought came up, boredom pushes me to write it (aside from this is being a performance task in my school) and so yeah, this another newbie’s creation. *wink*