Sometimes when it rains,
The yearning leave the pains.
The heart plugs its drains,
Its tears becomes chains,
Yet they grow as the grains.
Growing with the saints,
The love blooms and paints.
(25 April 2012)
Kiss the rain,
Hug your pain.
Hold the grain,
Keep your vein.
Touch the Wain,
Seek your gain.
Watch the train,
Stay in plain.
Hide the brain,
Leave your vain.
(25 April 2012)
