The Rain Tree - Feathery Shielding

It's been a really long time since I first felt the chill of the raindrops falling on every inches of my skin.
Today, I've had the chance to feel it again.
Standing still in the mud, feeling the tears of the clouds falling from the sky to the earth. (how far is it actually?)
The dear raindrops must have encountered a lot, on their ways.


Natural. Peace.


This has reminded me of a poem i wrote some time ago. I quite like this little poem - 

The rain hit gently on the roof of our house last night.
I knew.
The cloud
which had collected loads of tears
from the places she came from
had finally collapsed under her own weight
of sadness
And dispersed herself to become numerous tiny raindrops
Falling softly on the earth
and forming a vague whisper
of stories
beautiful sad stories
from different places
I listened
quietly
until the the stories ended with dripping sound
...
Oh lovingly rain,
Would you bring more stories next time you visit the earth?

Listening to the frogs' symphony, I should continue my journey into the story, before I go into a dream, hopefully a peaceful one. =)