The Garden of words

Rain wash away my blues

The ice cold rain drops on to my pale face,
rolling to my pinkish cheeks and down to my being.

The pouring rain was loudly enough to resonate on my ears like how my feelings should be.

't was cold enough to numb my broken heart like how an anaesthesia works.

For a second there, It was quite relieving, hearing and feeling my heartbeat gradually fades as it becomes more immune to the cold, to the pain you gave me.

Standing there for more longer, hoping it could wash away all my feelings that i have for you that still lingered.