Poem | Song of The Rain

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Here, there’s no color change in December
Trees still have their green leaves
Rose still has its red
River and lake aren’t frozen
Just the sky which looks more greyish

She’s tired of hearing the curse
which released by the uncontrolled emotions
in the house, in the office, in the streets
when the horn was beeped together
by the impatients driver who stuck at the traffic and blazing daylight

She was moved to the rhythm of the rain
after waiting in the longing room
during long dry season

If the sound of rain is a song, then she wants this song played in her head when her lips are unable to sing a song of sadness anymore

Yogyakarta, December 8th, 2019-08.37 p.m. -after the heavy rain-