It Rained
It rained
the fog fights
to squeeze the whitish
cotton moistened shredded threads
through the open windows.
My pen in hand scribbling
while I stare absentminded
at the opalescent
sphere that glows
amidst the vast darkness.
The clouds scampering by
and the flickering incandescent
eyes of the night blink to me.
Theres something to be written
a new story to be told
more verses to rhyme
forgotten
distant
bold
assonant
It's cold
tropical cold
after a rainy day
naughty Cephyre
finds his way
carrying a bouquet
of sweet scents
The fairy muse
dressed in petals
of roses and ilan-ilan
sings a tune of nostalgia
of bitter-sweet verses
that ring melodious
in my my ear.
