I never thought of looking for a four-leaf clover only to ask for a rainfall.
Maybe our sunshine girl, Hina-san was sick for she couldn't trap the pour from the sky.
Rain doesn't always convey tears of madness and pain. Instead, it is a form of antidote that heals too much warmth from the rays of sun. It cleanses the dirt of being alone and isolated. Each drop has a mystery unlocking different emotions as it kisses one's head.
Its pour reveals the scent of the Earth bringing out the smell of plant oil that relieves my respiratory system. It has always been my potion of addiction like the smell of an old pillow. Wishing for a non-stop rainfall for I won't wait for curves of ROYGVIB with pots of gold in both ends of the curve. A mellifluous sound of the rain like the melody of my favorite song that runs through my veins.
Dragonflies had finally disappeared before the first fall as the sky had turned into ashes of gray. The thunders roared but never showed anger. Such that they wanted my eyes be filled with tears of joy, my heart with flame of hope, and soul with purity. My hands are still trying to reach yours but you're holding an umbrella under the rain. You can't offer a raincoat nor an umbrella for the rain holds my heart. Leave them behind and let's escape the shield of doubt. Hold my hand, lie down together on a moistened grass land and kiss the rain.