Modern poetry on rainy days

The shadow of the foggy river

On a rainy day, alone

Wandering in the long alley

I hesitated

Looking forward

Praying

To meet that familiar face

Like me

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Wandering in the wet alley

Just like when we first met

Passing each other by

Silently

Reading, the other person’s eyes

I saw

In those watery eyes

There was someone holding an oil-paper umbrella

Hesitating figure

Holding up, eyes full of thoughts

Stepping in the rain

Listening to her clear ' Fingers

Tapping the thoughts of spring

This rainy season, oh

Coming like blue smoke

I am hesitant, long and small Alley

Looking forward to meeting

The girl like me

holding an oil-paper umbrella