When It Rain It Pours Poem by Antonio Liao

empty my bucket
the dawn has kept on looking
the dark, stay while
you are awake the rain
has keep
peeping the roof, like treasure
buried in the empty sand
as the high tide comes the dune
closes the
shore

wait me nothing
than a promise of surrender
give me something
that I never
lost forever, for even the wind
changes its direction and the shore
Watches the wave to fall

pour -out all the bucket
the rain
has yet to call, the very
stop that leaves no more than a shame
on the face my heart
repulse

placidly go my desire, promise me
that you'll return...