Pitter patter, the lonely rain cries the farewell…
Memories engraved, carved, in every drop of rain -
My precious, my dearest and my alma mater -
O great Saint Jude, these raindrops forever I treasure.
Deluded am I, sitting down on the table,
staring at the shrouded window, I remembered,
“These happy and sad raindrops will slow down and stop,
and the sun will soon continue to shine brightly.”
With a glass of water in front of me, I sat
while thinking deeply with my head on my arms crossed.
“Goodbye, Saint Jude; although this moment is somber,
truly, we have spent countless days of jubilance.”
“Memories, memories, what can I ever say?
We have played, worked and enjoyed together as friends.
High school was fun, and I can honestly say why,
but the ending, it is, what is truly nostalgic.”
“Milk tea was as sweet as the friendships we have made.
Ice cream was as tasty as the moments we’ve shared.
Cramming was as stressful as seeing someone cry.
Learning was as challenging as helping a friend.”
Friends apologize to whom they’ve misunderstood,
to those whom they have annoyed or hurt so dearly.
We friends have grown together to face the future,
a bright future of hopes, dreams and aspirations.
Inside the drops of rain, engraved, those memories,
fall down to the ground, and they seep into my heart.
More and more drops of rain continued to descend,
as precious tears of farewell cascade from my eyes.
Above the clouds, a flash of light dazzles brightly,
and a roar of great anguish cripples our courage.
Though we may sometimes stumble, we get back to fight,
against the challenging maelstrom treaded by life.
Enduring parents stay with us through the ordeal,
and the smile of our friends gives us eternal strength.
Teachers have overwhelmed us with inspiration,
and along with their passion, our future’s secured.
“Thank you, Lord, for shaping us into the right persons.
Thank you, Saint Jude, for giving us these memories.
Thank you, parents, for guiding us properly.
A positive change shall we bring to the world today.”
The sun shone just as there will be a new chapter,
just as “Goodbye, Saint Jude” begins a new story.
Those new, angelic raindrops are metamorphosed,
and be it a nice, new rainbow – it doesn’t matter.
"Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg
