An Obscure Reflection

One Rainy Night

One rainy night, tears from heaven fell down.

I am here, under my umbrella walking with you. Everything seems the opposite of what I am used to.

Quiet mouths, noisy raindrops.

Wet umbrellas, dry eyes, no tears, nothing but rain.

None of us dared to talk, no one did.

Here I am, still under my umbrella as you all went far.

I'm still curious about that emptiness of the air.

But what can I do?

I couldn't ask anymore because by that time I realized that I wanted to ask, is also the time where we've reached the crossing.