Manila Rain, a draft
I stood at the window, Taking in the rain. My view to the horizon, The wind that blew, the leaves that swayed. I stood at the window And cried for a home That isn't truly mine. My heart ached My body resigned Wishing I was staring out into Manila rain. The thunderous downpour rumbling the veranda. The rushing of water down the streets The humidity of the storm The cool of the calm. * A draft of unfinished thoughts