Rainy Days
The days when my soul is wet but eyes are dry,
A longing feeling, a sinking hole, oh, how I sigh.
A lump stuck in the throat, words left unspoken,
In the midst of raindrops, my spirit feels broken.
Pitter patter of the drops, falling atop each other,
Creating a rhythmic melody, like a secret lover.
So calm, yet giving rise to unknown storms within,
Turbulent emotions, like thunder, begin...