Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )

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Raindrops falling, the water is kissing the road. I’m here, watching the drops pouring outside my house. It’s a cold night, darkness is slowly dominating the sky. Yet, why I felt so happy and contented while shivering from its freezing air?

Maybe it’s because I found peace in a messy drops of water. I find myself smiling while listening to its sound as if it was a music. The darkness that the rain gave makes me feel safer than I could. The noises that keeps on ruining my mind was covered by the rhythm of a rumbling thunder. The light from the flicked lightning is giving me a nostalgic feeling with hopes that I already threw.

Rain, rain, don't go away. Please come again, another day. I want to feel your presence, so that I can feel my home again.

Rain
— by pinken