Crowded corridors, its darkness disturbed
By noisy footsteps and colourful jackets.
Loud chatter, disrupting the sacred silence,
Clashing with the grim, dark sky.
Walking amidst the noise, amidst the colour,
I long for a minute of quiet and a hint of grey
But the people around almost mute out
The perfect silence of the day.
But suddenly, as if heeding
The quiet cries locked up in me,
The sky broke apart to let it rain,
The pattering of the rain blending perfectly
With the silence of the sky.
I watched the raindrop fall gently down
Sliding shyly to kiss the grass,
And I realized that it was alright
To feel lonely in a crowd,
To cry without tears.
I will find you one day,
Amidst the crowd and the colours,
We’ll meet in silence, invisible,
Like raindrops drenching the earth.