Morning Bus Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'This morning as many of us
are travelling on the bus
and seeing the continuous rains
falling in the windowpanes
all my thoughts came to you
smiling so sweetly and true...

the moist covered buildings
and faint sounds of the engines
seeing the blurred traffic lights
with cars and buses in sight
this rains coming from above
has silently touched my heart

I dreamed that I was driving
with you beside as my darling
travelling in this far away land
while we hold hand in hand
an ideal moment for loving
as we see this soft rain falling.'