The staircase to the terrace was wet,
Yesternight's rain made it slippery.
I ran upon the stairs to the rooftop,
My bare feet could feel the water.
I had a diary with me,
But I left the pen downstairs.
My bad, I couldn't even write,
I didn't want to go back again.
That day, in a corner,
Under the not so bright sky.
I sat, much freely and calmly,
A feeling that I never had before.
I stared up there, the "to be gazed at" sky,
Wished for some raindrops,don't know why.
Cause, somewhere down the paths,
I didn't want the sun to come.
I waited there and wanted,
Some raindrops on my back.
And wanted it to assure me,
That peace comes,but very slowly.
But I realized that, not everything we get,
Is what we always wished or waited for,
Doesn't matter how many years we wait,
No everything we get, what we'd long for.
I wanted the sky to be a bit serene,
To rain , to make me feel some peace.
But how can I forget that peace comes,
But very slowly,like unfulfilled wishes and bliss.