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we were discussing rain
and thought that newspapers
should have rain reviewers
so that they can help people
like us whether to bring umbrellas
for the next bout of rain
whether we can have that rare chance
to walk softly hand in hand
with our love in light drizzle
rain that comes down
cotton fleece to lighten
up the mood the manner
of a waltz, two hips swaying
and knocking at each other
or call home for mom
to collect all her laundry
on the clothesline for
the next bout would be
throwing cats and dogs
a quarrel where protocol
is thrown to the winds
dogs and cats ending up in pans
or a slow and gentle
patient rain that cries
for two days for happy
times ahead
drops large enough to get
everybody door locked
for the warm bed and
silence except the
lonely trying time logging
pitter patter
or rain that trails the wind
you can see it chasing
lace up the hill on and on
sweeping the mountain clean
and when it slows down
a young bride dances
in her gentle frills
till everybody gives her
hugs and the mountain
becomes a calm cool spot
or sunshine rain where each
dropp falls, slanted luminous
yellow crystals, hot and
warm to the touch, yet sharp
enough to sting us back to
reality that they are just rain
little lanterns falling off sky
we reckon there are
a thousand genres of rain
in spring, summer,
in autumn, in winter
hot day, cold day
hot night, cold night
to be umbrellaed,
to be unumbrellaed
to love, or make love in
for poets, non poets
one drops, two drops
three drops or four drops
at a time
john tiong chunghoo
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