Its a Saturday, it aint that hot like before, very cloudy, very windy, very cold like morning snow.
I am very sleepy by the misty water from the ocean,
which streams around the room letting me close my eyes as I write this poem through.
I will rest in my dreams and think;
Think of the past and present but will not dream just yet.
I will sleep in a calm rainy weekend, I will then wake up from the sound of a rain drop,
It's a sound to let us know the rain is above our home, it will travel down the house and the sound that travels the room, the first thing I thought was,
"A rainy weekend" its a lovely feeling to see and kiss the rain above the skies and let it drop to my knees and eyes... that this life was complete at a slow rate of time.
it's rainy and pouring now the next time it rains,
hope it will be morning on a weekday.
by: Christian Manzanares
Reason: during typhoon!
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