My Beloved Rain. Poem by SY Wong ...
My Beloved Rain.
Rain, my beloved
At no time you come
Splashing at things
You are not thinking, are you?
Midnight or noon
The noise you make awakes the baby
At midnight ah..what a waste
You roll down the pathway
Rolling down the plains
Down the cliff
Down the road
Again down the drain
Ah..what a waste
Making noise on rooftops
On and on
In the winds
I can never have enough of you!
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5/22/2024 10:55:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem on how rain sometimes disturbs your peace. Enjoyed.