"THE FIRST DOWNPOUR IN MONTHS"
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch
The city life as it is,
always crowded with ‘busy bees’
I don’t call it pain,
‘though I have to wait
or get myself soaked on the way.
Enjoy the pitter-patter.
It makes me feel better.
For too damn long,
it’s been dry
scorching hot, as if things will fry.
So don’t complain
about the rain.
No need to be a pain.
Stay home if you need to
Treat this weather in blues
For me, rain is all about joy
Angels fly down from the sky,
comforting those who silently pray:
“Rain, rain, don’t go away
Stay for more than a day
We need to quench our thirst
so does this parched earth.”
R.
Jakarta, November 2019
