Waiting for the rain [POETRY]

I wait until I'm tired of my lap
I gulp the patience down to the last root
For the sake of one long waiting vein
Until I got fed up and despaired.

But thorns are still thorns
Although he was coupled with roses
Man is still human
Although he is perfect.

I wait for the black sky in the twilight valley
Waiting for the twilight flower to close tired
I looked into the sky
I say "When does rain come down"

And until this poem you read
Drought still loyal
Still a black shadow
Bouncing off the hook.