I am grounded by the drops
Of this rain with no reason
It is regular, yet unexpected and comfortable
Like a familiar face
that left long time ago
And is now back to wake you up.
The rain is coming
And the daisy closes its petals
Waiting patiently for the good day.
Nature tells the way.
Let time pass,
And stay closed
For the turmoil to be over.
Pointy and curious
The rain pokes my face
On a Monday of busy with procrastinating
It keeps me awake
and anchored to the present,
The only certain thing I have.
Needles of rain in a bright hopeful sun
Surprise after a day of struggle
And closing doors on my face.
When you surrender and stop fighting and planning,
Nature winks at you
And pulls tricks out of her bag.
Travelling through the rain
And wishing a quiet meaningful future.
As a self cuddle available everywhere,
Even on the train.