Rain
Aug 3, 2022
A poem with a country flavor
Just a young man waiting for a little bit of gentle rain to come.
No need for him to wear expensive clothes or attire.
Gently staring at these faraway clouds, with a little smile.
The water was singing the sweetest song for him.
Golden gates slowly opening up for you.
Drop by little drop, crashing against the ground.
Just a young spirit praying for better days.
The clouds are pouring down some gentleness.
Open your eyes and see something bigger.
Touch with your bare hands the gates of the sky.
