Rain in SF

It was a cold night out in San Francisco,
A thousand silver lines outside my window -
Stared at me. Intensely they stared into me.
I had to capture this than letting it be.

My next chance of revisiting this city -
Won’t arrive before going through a journey.
Perhaps I will come back with an achievement -
But before that, let’s remember this moment.

Gotta hop out of your comfort zone -
And leave your uncertainties behind.
Gotta commit from your skin to bones -
And go on a self improvement grind.

Suppose it could be a proper date next time?
Enjoyment was every moment spent with you -
From overbaking lamb and forgetting thyme,
To exploring London till black replaced blue.

What do you say for belated Valentine’s -
Another dinner of just cakes through and through?
Whatever you may do, please bear this in mind -
I’ll never not appreciate you, stay true.

When everything seem to be smooth -
You might feel an ill omen loom.
But, this is distant from the truth.
Please smile and let the flowers bloom.
The calm doesn’t warrant a storm.
Relax. Isn’t it nice and warm?

Things are rarely as they seem.
Most invisible is that -
Silver-lined seam.

Another as certain as death and taxes:
How do you handle an overflowing stress?
Deadlines loom and you took too many classes;
Times are low and you are met with great distress.