A Heavy Rain Poem by Yung Ren

Grandpa ane I were in the heavy rain.
On the road backing from the country movie, we found
A grapvine to took shelter from it
'The rain was shipshape.'
But how could I feel just like I was undering a decadent cataract
And got a heavy heart?
Grandpa didn't care the rainwater on his forehead
When I was finding the movie tickets, just found the show man was in the rain too
He took his old iron sheet box
He said: it's too late to fold up the white theater curtain
It was gone.just like we three people