A waterdrop falls in the darkness.
As it hits a ground, more waterdrops begins to follow.
Rain, it was raining that day.
The people that day wore black clothes.
I ask my mother, “Why is it raining?”
She told me, “Because he’s going to a good place.”
As my mother tell me that.
She had a sorrowful expression on her face while smiling.
A clap of thunder
The sky flashes white
Pitter patter, heard from our roof
It seems to be raining again
But despite the rain falling down
Me and my mother stayed on the porch
I ask my mother, “Why is it raining?”
She told me, “Because someone’s going to a good place.”
As my mother tell me that.
She had a delighted expression on her face while smiling.