Loud is the rain's rattle in the world. Wrath is evident in every pour,
From our tears, appeals rained down. The bent tree is now kissing the earth.
Have you been thinking about running away for a long time? The thunder and lightning are trying to escape
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Magat or more commonly known as Christian Rodil is a graduate student of archaeology from the University of the Philippines- Diliman, where he surrounds himself with questions about the past, writes research, and creative pieces in dubious synchrony and juggles angst-filled modern poetry and fiction. He received his Bachelor of Arts degree in English Language Studies magna cum laude from National University Philippines, where he also teaches English courses. On top, he dabbles in painting, blogging, music producing for his band, and playing Dota 2 on his laptop.)
It Rained That Night
Loud is the rain's rattle in the world. Wrath is evident in every pour,
From our tears, appeals rained down. The bent tree is now kissing the earth.
Have you been thinking about running away for a long time? The thunder and lightning are trying to escape
to the sea of heaven. You count the flowers of the soldiers who passed.
Bring down the carress of the enraging anger.
Washed by the flood.