Cracker wrote a poem today

only happy when it rains... said a girl once.
I remember those lines when listening the song and it's heavily raining outside
like pins and needles hung on the sky.
roads are black rivers...they come and go. and redlights shine upon my window, thru my eyes.

this is not a poem for flowers.
just a day in the rain.
a day in the rain.

ceiling is so close to touch, but you never know if it worths to raise up high your hand.
when the soil gets soaked as clouds already did,
It's the time to lay on the floor and watch how much your finger is away from it.
a body on the floor... laying back, with arms wide open.
welcomes the tears of clouds falling down to face behind the glass ceiling...

this is not a poem for raindrops.
just a day in the rain.
a day in the rain.