Sunday, March 20, 2005


I love rain.
I don't know why I love rain.
I always thought that raining is something which is romantic.
I always dream of walking in the rain.

Sometimes she cause me pain.
Sometimes she make me cry.
Sometimes she tease me out.
Sometimes she make me laugh.
But most of the time she made my love.

I always think of sleeping in the rain.
Or maybe I can make love in the rain.
Or just watch the dark blue sky.
Or just close my eyes and enjoy the smell and touch of the rain.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

what about this:
I dream of rain, flooding with a bed of her pain... making love with the rain, love is making us insane...
grow n expend from ur basic thoughts, poem is basic thoughts growing into a giant.

Tell u a secret, i m an angel.