All I remember was the rain,
And so does the scent of the petrichor,
But the darkness that came with it,
Was one thing I remembered the most.
The way the sky grew dark,
To the way the wind’s whisper grew harsh,
With the way the tiny raindrops became too much to bear,
To the way the sound of the thunder atrociously blared.

And that’s how I’m probably going to remember it, remember the days of my childhood.
How the darkness of the sky, twinned with the darkness of my life.
How every drop of the rain,
mirrored the tears streaming down my face.
How the whispers of the wind, replicate the murmurs of my inner devils.
And how the thunder roared with its sound I grew to abhor.

At those moments, the rain and I became one,
At those moments, I learned to love it more than the sun.
The rain washed away my tears when my mother couldn’t.
The wind that came with it calmed me when my prayers couldn’t.
Together with the thunder I screamed when life became too much.

My sense of hope the rain washed away,
Had my life went too much astray?
Remembering the path I chose to go,
Did I really had the choice as my cries echoed?

I saw how the wind threw off my roof.
I saw how the lightning killed a lot of innocent souls.
I saw how the rain managed to drown my life.
I saw everything but I couldn’t do anything with all my might.

At that time, my mind was clouded heavy,
My body was numb and empty,
I couldn’t bring myself to think about anything,
Anything but the question if I will be able to live with this calamity.

Now that everything has passed and gone by,
How should I live with the memories I saw with my own eyes?
With no roof above my head,
And a cold that couldn’t end.

At this point, I think this is where I belong.
At this point, maybe it’ll be just me all alone.
But still at this point, I wish a hero will come to show.