Giver

Since I was a kid
i always thought of the rain
as some type of spirit
raindrops falling non-stop
granules of crystal come from Tlaloc
at this very moment
everything is empowered to blossom
from this misty perspective
the distance is just right in front of me
the world gets so close to me
it touches me
rain looks like a poem to me
the lilacs, the grass, the leaves
soiled watermarks stamped
on shoes
tinged umbrellas set afloat
like boats
rain does look like a poem
too many things tend to happen
within
too many tales we can’t understand
the murky desolation
it lands on footpaths
the thundering divinity
flashes through the glass
there’s a touch of tenderness
that whispers in your ear
sometimes the rain is a teal blue sprite
it loves to roam through the town
through the stillness of the night
roving the lonely mountains and plains
nameless corners and courtyards
it becomes gentle
at the window
wherever it goes
it proposes to soothe the soul.

©2024, ChinHooi Ng.