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Thursday, April 19, 2007 . 1:45 AM

Rain
Softly splashing down upon the eaves of your house
The sky,
Matching the grey shade of your eyes,
As you stood in the rain,
Your element,
You used to say,
Clad in a grey sweatshirt,
That fading blue pair of jeans
I bought you last summer,
Brown doc martens,
Laced up.
I notice on lace trailing
In a puddle,
Hands shoved deep inside your pocket,
Like that last fair
You wanted to buy me a present,
But had no money.
The half-smile,
Always dangling over your lips,
Laughter dancing in your eyes,
As the rain,
Slides slowly through your tousled hair
No sunlight reached your mind,
You were happiest in the rain,
To get wet
Helped you think, you told me,
Torrents,
Sheets,
Seperating,
Parting.
Like a sheet of glass.
I am dry, holding a red umbrella.
You always loved the cold,
Wore shades of grey,
Like an embodiment of rain itself,
Watching you,
Standing in the rain.
That last photo we took,
Me holding the camera,
In shelter
While you walked away

- By Lee Yue Lin, Inspiration from Rain

A favourite poem of mine.