Rainy Season It's What She Likes Poem by Oscar Ken Elias
Rainy Season It's What She Likes
May our meeting awaits the next night
For rainy season it's what she likes,
Every dark, wet, steep road I would hike
Makes even colder to see her sight.
Right now beyond the window I see
Are grey, stormy skies that she adores,
If I could run to her in the shores
With heavy rain will bathe in the sea.
And all the rainy days that create
My breath a fog into the mirror,
Point finger that I manipulate
And write her name slowly and clearer
Than the clear blue skies that I await.
Now it's raining I wish her nearer.
With nothing to do, I just glanced into my mirror and every time I would speak my breath would create a fog in the mirror so I just write her name clearly into it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
10/31/2025 3:11:23 PM # 1.0.0
Liked this very much, good write.