The rain and you.

I tried writing a poem about rain.

As usual, I didn't finish. It's like, there were the feelings but words were lost. It was weird coz I really wanted to write it. And still there it went with my collection of many others called drafts.

Sometimes I'm more of a starter. Less of a finisher. Not that I feel lazy but because I linger through it for too long. 

I wanted to write a poem about rain because it was raining. And then what? How dense.Why rain? And why talk about it right now? I felt that if I wouldn't finish it, this day wouldn't be complete. Not for seizure but for escape. And it didn't. So I decided to just talk about it to compensate for the lost words. But still, why is that so important? And now,  that the rain's gone. 

Then questions flashed. Is it the rain?  Is it yesterday? Is it those words? Is it me?

It is you. 

How I long for you. The you who's now part of things that vacate and linger on my world. Like the rain.

How I miss you. Can the rain be blamed for intensifying the yearning? Maybe not. But you see, the rain and me, we got issues.

As for the poem, it's not staying hidden. It'll be continued the time the two factors that cause the urge, meet again. Longing and rain. And you see, longing is a constant part.

I tried writing a poem about you.