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

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