Welcome

the sky started to cry
quenching the thirst of the ground that's been dry
the clouds turned gray
whistling winds started to be heard today

i turned to the road bend
turning my back on the goodbyes sent
i raised my head to the sky
and welcomed the new season with hands up high

i embraced the rain that poured
washing away all my sun burn and sores
i felt the cool breeze of air
the rain sounded like the beating of the snare

i twirled round and round
until i fell to the wet ground
i sat at the cold pavement
waiting for the next movement

i welcome the days of jacket and sweaters
where instead of aircons, we long for heaters
i welcome the days of a warm embrace
of projects, subjects and thesis days

i look forward to being a senior
where every step will be to prepare my future
i look forward to opportunities
to find work here or maybe even overseas

i look forward to creating change
as i write this chapter's last page
i look forward to leaving a legacy
to those succeeding my batch and me

i welcome them all with my eyes closed
savoring each moment and suddenly, time seem to pause
i heard the thunder roll
signaling me to finally go

i saw a lightning strike
it seemed like a beaconing light
and similar to a beacon
it signaled the arrival of a new season



(Note: welcome school year and rainy season 2007)