Rain City Poem by Grace Lim

It might be the late coffee last night, or
Blame it to the weather
Tactless, mindless and gauche
The mood drifts in the wonderland

The whistling wind
Mystic, cool and calm
A voice so smooth and deep
Resonating the wail of my heart

Absurdity is real in the sentiment realm
Truthfulness reign over reality
When it rains in my youth
There are no boundaries, only mountain, trees and waterfall

Something deep within I cannot but detect
An apparition perhaps, a fleeting dream
A sweet caress beyond my reach
Now all unveil in this rain city