CAPTURE YOU WITH RAINDROPS By Feng Zhou No need to meet, Not even a call, Just raindrops coming down anytime on the screen of your cell phone, Ignite your face and turn to stars after dark and become kisses in your dream. Raindrops grow. They fly out of your cell. Some are bees singing into your ears, Some are fingers touching your body, Some are angels dancing at the bottom of your heart. You are whispered, awakened, renewed, and loved, No more rainy days, No more down time. But you ask for more— More often, every hour, every minute. More passion, more stimulus, more ecstasy. You aren't free anymore, Your cell phone is staring into your eyes, With a box of matches, you are a captive playing with fire and you can't quit. You aren't a human being anymore, You’re just a river of gasoline with a desire to be burned, To dye the sky to red, To radiate the light of love, To explode into a million pieces. To fly and conquer the universe.