Rain, Wet Leaves And Sadness

for some reason,
every rainy day in the afternoon
I feel at home for long
from behind the window
taste like tears as if to flow
but stuck

every rainy afternoon
wet teak leaves
and I always miss a childhood in a village
where life is so simple
become children who never bothered
by the thoughts and ways of adult life

rainy afternoon
the fall and the cold are enveloping the taste
alone, far away
miss, dream and
the lost love