In the window sill I sat,
With heavy somber sounds in my ears,
The sound of rain mixing in
So gracefully that it fits perfectly.

I saw feline dualities
Sleeping as the water falls,
In these stilled depictions
I capture them, frozen in time.

A nursery rhyme I would sing
In soft voice of difference,
“Rain, rain go away…”
(It’s another déjà vu it seems…)

Windows in discontented frost,
I trace my fingers along it,
Forming my name,
In transparencies of the fragile ice;

Hot chocolate glasses sipped by my lips,
For the rain won’t go away,
A black jacket wrapped my body,
Like an aluminum foil

Lifeless but hopeful skies say
Words in drizzles that wash me,
Until I’m completely blanched
That no one can see me.

“The infinite tears would be continued soon…”