Soft rain

Droplets of the ocean from heaven scenes.

Falling to earth with no pedigree

heavy roaring without a breeze.

How could it be?

To be known and never heard?

To be heavy and ignored?

Take notice and rid the heaviness of one’s own clothes

How dark the day became with the setting sun.

How soft the rain once was and now the brigade runs.

Throughout the town without applause.

Here the soft rain is buried with a drowning stillness.

How gray the clouds could be to block the beauty of blue of heaven scenes.