QuatzalSync

A summer rain is always like this; a light drizzle accompanied by an enchanting tune due to the cold drops hitting the surface of the world, not to forget the addicting smell of wet grass and rain-soaked earth filling the air. A transparent vinyl umbrella he held lightly on his hand, but to open it he can't find the need to; to block the waterway to his face would break the mood induced around him, anyway. He bared his face forward to the ever changing skies. Cloudy and gray as it is now, he felt inside him a love for it doesn't change even a tiny bit. Someone said, when you see the vast blue skies, you can always feel the urge for an adven

Twilight turned to night, A heavy rain casted upon my steps. I twisted my metallic arm up, Just so my glass eyes won't be thrusted by the raindrops. Rain, rain how I wish wasn't there. These drops heavied my torso, Filled my ears with sound of ripples. How I hate, never I liked. These dry twigs I cracked, The brown leaves I stepped on. Ever wondered how for a time they lived? For a raindrop blues robot, No wandering thoughts.