'The Rain'

The rain pitter-pattered 

On my window sill, 

Drenched is my mind

With dilemma and guilt. 

Dripped with inner complexes

Regrets, grudges, and fear, 

The unreasonable comparisons

Will lead me nowhere. 

My mind is grappling

To eradicate the hurdles, 

I go through potholes, 

Hop over mud puddles. 

I let the sparkling drops

Wash my inner conflicts, 

Hope the rainbow bestows

Happiness, I merrily predict.