My Hut in the Rain

 

It is raining in the small murky valley

Where moonshine and starlight were streaming together with countless galaxies in the sky

 

It is hammering down

Big drops of rain start falling as strong wind rises

It keeps pouring down and moves here and there

 

Occasionally it rains cats and dogs and drizzles off and on

The big and small rain drops become silver powders being reflected by an exterior light

And flying in a curve here and there by filling the murky space

 

A visual symphony in the rain

Melody transmits images through sounds though

The scenes that make me fascinated have both sounds and images

 

When sleepless because of being tempted by the sounds and the images

There have been always something to unflod before me

Silhouettes of romance

Beautiful voices that are endlessly whispering

 

Though portraying on an imaginary canvas over and over again

Though listening to the sounds over and over again by putting hands to ears

They are tireless masterpieces made by heaven

They never cease to stop

 

Sounds that devide air

Sounds that slap leaves

Sounds that hit on the tin roof

Yet, the biggest sound is the one made by a stream  that flows in zig zag from the distant valley 

In the plentiful valley

There are various symphonies directed by nature

To listen to the natural symphonies, need to wait for months

 

At the tiny place

There are sounds, sceneries and beautiful silhouettes that glimmer

 

When the sounds of rain drops are heard

I get a cup of coffee together with a simple dream

When the beautiful sceneries that are unfolding before me

I drink a glass of beer together with a splended dream

This is the way I chose to live my life

 

In my lonely heart

It always drizzles every night, everyday as it does onto my hut's roof

 

January 24, 2020

Jee, Man-won