I love rain, and I am a peacock.
The possibility of rain intrigues me.
a happy shower that might come.
Raindrops pelting against the roof can be heard.
I want it to conceal my tears as well.
Because I see it attempting to do so.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
I exaggerate how happy I am.
I think I will pass away.
As it touches me, I touch the rain.
Fearing that others will witness my suffering,
The lies have made me cry.
I adore rain and am a peacock.
To be clear, I’m not
Perfect Nobody, I assert
My ideal world would embrace my imperfections.
I make efforts to be charitable and joyful.
