Memories of Rain
His voice blended
With the sound of raindrops on the roof
Like tiny soldiers marching back and forth,
Stomping their little feet, maybe grudgingly,
Maybe a little sad, maybe they have gone mad.
But he and I,
In that air-conditioned classroom, alone,
Eye to eye, face to face, bodies trembling,
Unafraid, oblivious of the storm,
Patiently waiting for something brave,
As the ticking of the clock deafened us both,
I couldn’t say goodbye, how could I?
I heard the thunder roared like an angry heart
Commanding my body to move
I walked towards him,
Without words, because words are superficial,
Bended, stapled a kiss on his awestruck lips,
And ran away without looking,
Leaving my umbrella in the room as I danced in the rain.