MORNING RAIN.

I woke up to the sound of peace

the sound of the sky crying in midst

the melody that put the broken-hearted at ease

one of god’s most aesthetic masterpiece.

I woke up at six fifteen

and like it’s my morning routine

I woke up and question myself deep within

will this self-loathe something I’ll be forever trapped in?

I went out and walked in the rain

the sky’s tears coldness hasnt at all changed

almost as if the crystal drops exist to rinse the pain

a chance from god to come back home again.

-n.n.i