Whileraining
In the store, i had been writing.
Raining outside,
A man of the store kept his position, only.
Tapping notebook,
I had heard so much sound of people,
He told to others, said hello and thank.
Raindropping to the earth.
I could only see his passion.
He did not let me go out.
I bought just one dollar of beverage can.
Quit thinking about anything.
And keep relaxing.
I live a life and I want to live my life to the fullest.
Like him, and like this rain that is dilligent.
Here, Waitting for you.
Waitting is too much harder than anything that i can do well.
Where are you?
Coming home, really?