Change is a drop of rain
So soft, so burning deep
On eyes, on skin—inside
That no one feels the same
And cannot give advice.
Change is a drop of rain
That touched one soul
And poured aloud
The scream, the no, the stay or go
The nothing that remains at heart.
Change is a drop of rain
That we all see, but cannot say
The shape, the name
The rising sun that fights the storm
Into a start...
Change is a drop of rain
And through the midst of falling stars
You hear the strangers peeping still
And ask a shallow : “Which one?“
