On a rainy night

I see a fresh day,
at the beginning of every night,
a strange calmess,
a cradle of comfort.

But today, a wave of chillness has captured
the hearts of those few who dare to walk out.
Brisk and muttery;
they curse every innocent soul that surround.

Yet, for some,
as the droplets sink in,
as the smell of damp earth rises,
and as the million droplets come running down,
it made a nostalgia;
a flood of memories,
a smile or flashes of sadness;
things they once tried grasping.

And I,
just sit watching
these rain-washed drama,
enjoying my morning;
fresh, calm and comforted.