Eloida Capuno


A Love Affair With the Rain


they say when you get to know something
or somebody for a long time
you develop love or hate

like the rain, for one
i love it when it comes unexpectedly
on a hot summer day
it becomes a tonic
and i long for it more and more
like an addiction
yearning for the smell of a refreshed
earth after each downpour

but when it comes incessantly
overstaying like an alien would
the rain becomes a bore
you'd wish for it to go and never
to return because you miss the sun
and you want your earth dry

i will miss the rain when it does not come
and hate it when it floods no end
like tears that won't subside
when there are no more reasons to cry.

Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

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  • Lyn Paul (8/24/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    Those words are so amazing it is like someone narrating as the movie is beginning. Thank You. (Report) Reply

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