Un-rained

It was the first fertile rain of the year,

It dropped on my head, dropped on my lips, on my hair.

It brushed my eyes,

Washed my worries;

It concealed my tears.

I ran into rain,

Became insane;

It took away my pain for a while.

But my heart was dry,

My thirst eternity,

I remained in exile.

Tell, my heart, tell,

What should I try?

Live or die?

#Fear #Abstruct #Exile #Isolation