I look up at the sky, as I saw it approaching,
Raindrops slowly sprawling,
As if it was bawling,
Yet people find it appealing.
I also find it amusing,
Staring into the droplets as if they were blistering,
In the bidding,
Bravely falling, taking the risk, which I find amazing.
Sighing as I cognize I'm coating,
Bending the truth when I find the situation confusing,
I know it's kinda concerning,
Which it's already galling.
I know I'm stalling,
For a long time that it's already abiding,
I haven't mastered the art of accepting,
Can I just be a raindrop? As they are never afraid of falling?
BINABASA MO ANG
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