Drizzle

Waiting for you here, under the drizzle.

Let my hand getting wet because of the falling water.

Let my face getting moist kick by the wind that brings the rain.

Waiting for you here, under the drizzle.

Let my feet drowns into sky-water that not flowing.

Let this body soaked hug by the rain drops.

Waiting for you,

Comfort. Let my imagination dances,

imagine when you come bring me umbrella,

and a bucket of flower.

Let my heart feels that you come with the warm hug.

Waiting for you,

Comfort. Let the tear drops,

because only under the rain,

no one knows that i'm sick waiting for you.

Waiting for you here,

Under the swiftest drizzle.

Let my body freezing,

when I realize you won't come-with the umbrella-a bucket of flower-even a warm hug.

Waiting for you,

Under the swiftest drizzle.

I just want to make you sure.

But  I realize that waiting without certainty is a foolishness.

The foolishness that let this heart sick and hurt.

The foolishness that let the tear drops although it cover by the rain.

Such as the rain falls never blame the sky.

Just like me, my broken heart will never blame you.

Nature has its own story.

Like me...

Here...

For you...

Yogyakarta, 10 Agustus 2014

©Dyah Ayu Pramoda Wardani(DAPW)