The Last Downpour Poem by Euphory Lalize

In the midst of rain,
Green leaves are my shelter
Cold breeze blows my jet black locks
Then come along the dying memories
that brought chills deep from the heart.

Strolling along the flower beds,
Tulips sprout
Blossoming for a fresh start.
Hand in hand, at this season we jolly,
temporarily ignoring reality.
Time sure is hasty
cause suddenly poppies are dyed in red,
and came the moment when I'm throwing this lily.

Stepping out of the shade,
I embrace the shower of grief
Waiting for the ray of sunshine
that might bring warmth in the internal winter
that seemed to freeze my inner space.

Spring can surely be missed,
Hopefully those moments would last but not at a beat.
I now face the last downpour.
Commencing a new scene,
In the raindrops is where I'm dancing.