unlike her quiet silent morning song
this morning
the rain came with lyrical spring song
full of those gusty innocent smiles
and every tear like a bubble vanished
as if her life started loving rain even more
she carried each rain drop with perfection
and kept in her asylum of cloudy heart
not always you live for big things in life
but for the smallest thing
like for a rain drop
and to feel the greatest glory of God
and in the end
when purple melancholy was broken
with bright perfect love of sunshine
every rain drop in her heart
wrapped itself so perfectly
that it seemed
nothing has even been touched by her heartbeats
~neilina