RAIN SONG

It’s raining after a long summer

I can hear the sweet sound of drops of water touching the ground

And smell of water-kissed-earth brings the old memory profound

It reminds me of the rainy days long ago, when I had sailed my handmade paper boats in the stream

Those keep sailing back to me crossing the gap of space and time

I can see my old self dancing in the rain, a barefooted boy on the village road

The feeling of pure joy and freedom

I can see my teenage self sitting beside the pond in front of my home

Counting the ripples in water and thinking about life and freedom

Then I have a fleeting vision of you,

Your feature appeared when raindrops touched lightning 

It was for a moment of bliss, enough to sustain a whole life

I wonder whether your hand still seeks mine when it thunders

Is it raining there and you still singing the rain song

And your smile still lending colours to rainbow

It’s raining after a long summer and I want it to stay that way