A rainy day in the city, in the streets is a canopy of umbrellas.
My gaze drifts and when I knew it, there was you.
You, who the strong winds of storms could not reach.
You, whse voice, even the millions of raindrops could not mute.
I stand there, beguiled by you, bothered and bewildered of this feeling I've not had.
It isn't a new sensation, but does it give me thrill that when I'm out on a silent walk in the park, when I see you standing in the dark.
Light is all I see.
Oh, how it would feel to be in your arms and you in mine.
As boredom comes to an end with how much your touch melts me.
How I long to talk to you everyday, how I long to see your smile.
How each and every word you say puts me on cloud nine.
How each glance at you clears up the crying clouds in the sky.
Although I am not there with you, I hope that time be kind to you.
I wish that life smile upon you, for fortune to meet you as often as it could.
For you could call yourself someone who I met in the rain.