I love the smell before the downpour
A plain nature scent
yet so soothing
whenever we take a deep breath of it
I love the dark clouds before rain
It makes me want to come out of the house
and beh0ld it
as the chilly wind blows
I wonder how the rain tastes like
salty, sour or spicy?
I’m so eager to know why is everyone holding an umbrella under the rain
Just to prevent themselves from getting wet
or are they hiding from the various truths of life?
Can the urbanites spare some time to get wet?
Dare yourself to stand at the crossroad
and watch the facial expression of each passer-by
What do you managed to see?
Tell me, why are they rushing when the lights turn green?
The sideways are almost empty without any trace of man
Nil heart, nil soul
I don’t even see a single kid playing around-jumping in the rain
like any other
with a hand-held umbrella
sat on the sidewalks
and witnessed the
I wrote this at the office out of boredom after breathing in some fresh air through the office window before rain. As a pedestrian on the road, I have many questions to ask. And, I’m expecting different types of answer from people from all walks of life. But somehow, I feel that I can get those answers from their faces and actions. The poem is my 2 cents worth of thought.