Let The Rain Begin Poem by Antonio Liao

Let the Rain begin

tying with the flies laying in the grass
seems the moist kindle the
toss of thumbs in the pocket
of emptiness

Oh! fill me up with rashes
I have pain that hall my suffering
yet, nobody care, even worm
have dirt to tinkle in my head
the ashes fall to the ground

I stand, holding the wit of
the sand though the wind full me
back tear me a part

I am sober and strong, never
I fall down till
I'll stand and conquer you again...