Rain

The rain
Drip by drip
drop by drop
Of icy needles that pierce through my tender skin

Cool winds brushed against my cheeks
Howling into my ears
Sharing stories of loneliness

In vain
I stood alone at the bustop
I tucked both of my hands into my jacket for warmth
But still feeling cold in my heart...

Is that how loneliness feel?
Or is that the cold silence within my heart that is unwilling to speak up
I called out with all my might...voices echoed with my throat...
Even the rustling of the leaves with the winds and the piter pattering of rain on the shelter of the bustops sounds even louder than my delicate voice...

Is that how soft i am?