Htetmyet Ne' Ye'
Evening air envelops the garden,
A misty blanket of hail and drizzle,
As the winds balloon through the curtains,
Amidst the distending shower, little by little.
You work in the kitchen, frying pan in hand,
While we dash through the rain, oblivious,
That you still have work to attend,
We found your contentment, surreally mysterious.