Sukhee Bukhbat - Rain

Rain, rain, rain <br />Come here and wash my sins. <br />Rain, rain, rain <br />Pour here and clean my soul. <br /> <br />I never use umbrellas. <br />I never refuse bathing my mind. <br />I never like to be under the umbrellas. <br />It is like a fake security, <br />I never know when it's going to fall off. <br /> <br />Rain, rain, rain <br />Shower here and set me clean. <br />Rain, rain, rain <br />Wet my hard soul-rocks and take them away. <br /> <br />After the rain I always feel like a new man, <br />A man with a new dream and a new beginning. <br />In period of time, the new dream might get dusty and rusty. <br />So then i will await the next rain. <br /> <br />Life is a game. <br />A game between the rains. <br />Life is a process. <br />A process between human and nature.<br /><br />Sukhee Bukhbat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-159/