One Rainy Day Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

I have not forgotten
The land that raised me upon its rich soil
By a father's hands who mourned and toiled
Fifty years but gone

The enchants of the river sent to sea
To the arrival of sailboats on the dock
To a weary road walked on by barefoot
Stern as not to bleed
I rose with him like an early bird

With garland of rubber bands
That hangs around my neck
Dried mote was still in place
Mucus yo-yoing from nose

Oh! I still see that child of me
On that corner street
Like native Hawaiian
Half naked
Under the rain