In the summer English rain
Walkin'n the path beneath the shady trees
I heard the sounds of tinkle bells
The pearl drops from the white sky hit the leaves

Welcomed in the parade
Soldiers wearing masquerades
Soothing melodies they played
Wished I could be there to stay

In the middle of the cheering crowd
The anxious feeling started to spread around
Then they took off the masquerades
And could not refrain from looking so green

Falling scarlet feathers
Was the blood the soldiers bled
Melancholic tunes they played
Left the raindrops on my face

Lightning and thunder roused my fear
My fear had mounted
All the happiness and joy had disappeared
Had the land been haunted?

Reversing in the petal-rain
Let the wings fly in normal speed
Setting memories ablaze
Let'em vanish in the haze

Poetic imageries
Revealing our vulgarity
Can't you see our happiness
Is built upon their miseries?

The rain still patters on the windowpane
Dividing dreams and the reality

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Hours of Rain was a poem I wrote in Central Public Library in Summer 2005. I doubt things really are good as they look, like falling maple leaves in autumn – the scenario is thought to be romantic, but it involves aging, death, deterioration. Words from thoughts are then masquerades veiling what people don't want to mention at all. I wrote the poem first, and then took the essence out for the lyric.