Wet Intent Poem by Juan Varela

As the rain falls
I engage my right hand
paper and muse
thinking of you
all the way
trying to be a poet
and the verses flows away

Outside heavily raining
I get nothing done still
but I keep on trying
‘cause I know and will
that more sooner than later
I’ll catch your beauty
on my paper
to accomplish
the most inspired photograph
of the love and then
the joy will walk my path

The rain keeps falling
I keep on trying
‘cause I know and preach
and this one for sure
that attempt to create poems
peeping a drench road
through your absent eyes
it is more prolific than
to be a warrior of the gloom
shooting with infernal guns
that only bring anguish
and uncertainty to all