December

December arrives with countless tiny droplets of water, moisture and the abysmal sky.

December is like seeing a girl with a sad face who breaks down occasionally, wet your shirt and dampens your day.

The blush of her face every time you look at her now fades into that annoying grey color. 

Remember spring? When you used to look at her for hours, seek for comfort and understanding from her clear blue eyes, wait for the gentle touch that is just gentle as morning breeze. Now your eyes would just end up wet if you look at her for too long.

Remember summer? When every morning you would look out of your window and smile to her yellow beams of sunlight, glowing so bright that they would brighten up your day. Scientists admire her smile so much that they wanted to capture it for eternity, that they invented those lifeless panels just to save the remnant.

Remember autumn? When the whole world hold their breath and look at her just to wait for her silvery smile. Her smile brings hope, as myths say that by closing your eyes and make a wish when she smiles, your dreams would come true. 

Now she is just there crying.

But you cannot do anything.

If she's about to cry, running away is usually the choice people made. And the best thing you can do is to take out your umbrella to separate you away from her sorrow, her teardrops.

She meant so much to you.

Why not try to comfort her one day?

Why not stay there and feel her tears?

Why not stand there and let her cry over your shoulder?

Try,

You may understand.

Tears that my heart could not release 

Fell down from Heaven, bringing         peace.
Last night while gray clouds softly     wept,
I held you in my arms and slept..........