Forecast

It rains hard,
Gust like tears
Fall from my heart.
I never knew
That death would come,
So early and so soon.
Who can forecast
The death or rain?
No one can these.
But I would try,
For all the people
In my life,
Whom death wants
Take away…
Four tears fell,
Four seasons left.
I still try to forecast
The death and rain.
I tried all nights
I tried all days
And now I understand
We can forecast the rain,
But no one in the world
Can forecast death.