Posted by: Ron DuBour | October 27, 2014

Rain~by Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa


 

 

Rain

Season shall now change, says my weather vane.
Remnants of last seasons, in mind remain
My happiness, by them, I let not stain

I also love the sound of drizzling rain.
It washes the dust from my window pane.
From the ground, rain brings out the sugar cane

Rain brings out the shine of my wet black mane.
Cool icy water, down on my lips, train
On my bosom, it settles water grain.

Tightly around my thighs, my wet skirt strain.
The rain clouds shall protect my eyes from pain.
Black berries decor the boring sky plain.

Soft languid feelings, my body attain.
Green meadow grass surrounds where I have lain.
And so now, my heart can rest and be sane.


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