Not all people love rain.

She can be reflected as sadness or happiness

But sadness is more

She is broken up standing stone by her tears.

She makes people broken hearted of not go to outside

I love her, each time she torn up her tears

Her coming tears is just like sound of beautiful melody

Guitar can’t make melody like she does

Piano can’t make it up also

She came up when I am sad, when I am happy

She bug my feeling

She fulfill my feeling to show that I am not alone

I smell suppuration whenever she came

I love her fragrance,

Remain me about death

Remain me about my short life

I love her, Rain, the sky’s tears.

—ILMIYATIN N.—