the pouring rain has been a good company recently
tranquilizing my mind then sending me to slumber
in the midst of dad's restlessness
a shadow of fear was implied through his babble
nobody would comprehend the content,
not even himself i presume
and now restlessness is not only his,
but also every single head's who lives under this roof
night means nothing but anxiety
the pouring rain jazzing down the night
cast the heat away, only for a while
covering the noise of progressive slammed doors
and banged stuffs
and knocked spoons
and more more 'hand-made' sounds...
as everyone saying a prayer
hoping this poor big guy will be calming down
i am here lying on my old bed
oh pouring rain,
clear this filthy brain
for it keeps asking, is this what i wished for?
