IMY

I don't really like rain.
I hate how it reminds me of my dad.
I still remember the day he left,
it was raining heavily.
I can't tell it's the rain drops or it's my tears that
fell down from my cheek.
Life is beautiful and yet it sucks to some extents.
It sucks when you can't never
meet your loved one again.

But life goes on.
I have to move on.
I have to be tough.
I am the only one that my
mum can count on now.

I know this sounds ridiculous and
it's not going to happen
but, still, I wish I can hear his voice again.

I miss how he used to
blabber near to my ears.
I miss how he used to pat my dad
and taught me to be a better person,
to be a tough man.

I hate how reality set in
when the sun rise.

I miss you,dad.