Wet Road Poem by Jayakumar Jrain

Never ending wet road.
kissing the rainwater and clay.
The air was chill,
the Ash color clouds hang low.
Next rain to touch the road soon.
Trees full of wet blossom' s.
Wet blossoms are sensitive.
She is waiting a chilled rain.
Cold winds,

Dancing trees
Flying the petals and dry leaves.
I pick a blossom in the water.
I kissed the blossom softly.
I know she is too sensitive.
Rain start,
Now I am wet, wet, wet...
and blossom in my hand, I am walking the wet road...
my journey is not ending, and this road is endless....

Poem of jrain