Tag: rain
low pressure area
This is where one hearsthe saddest song that brings the truest joys;this is where one seesabsolutely nothing in ways clearest;there is where one smellsthe most fragrant, encapsulating void;this is where one touchesupon the light that is nonexistent;this is where one tastesthe most delicious breathlessness—I wonder how we might come about a sort of nothingnessthat lets…
Secrets of a rainy night
On the roof is confrontation that strangely comforts me and my little brothers, asleep through this pitter-patter. In our room, it resonates this sound, through this this noise: they can sleep lying dogs after a long day and I in here can breathe, stay still, finally, still. The rain seeps through the ceiling making our…
Painted Water
My window frames a painting of gray rain clouds ashes of bodies of water restless souls moving swiftly as I stare… drops of them falling… slowly… deliberately returning to the earth water the heavy clouds could contain no more—flowing, running-off back to the bigger bodies lakes, rivers, oceans, seas then the sun would shine and…
rain of the twentieth
it’s been a while since it rained in the southern tagalog region rained hard enough to hear under the sheets over the pillows the windows are tight-locked and foggy, it is uncertain which is colder, harsher: the outside or the inside or an equilibrium the greens have never looked so pretty: damp and in the…