When It Rains
Strange. On the last day of 2008 and the first day of 2009, we had rains here in Cambodia. Huh-ah. Not a drizzle, not a sprinkle, but a downpour. Typically, the rainy season begins in June and ends in early November. But, with global warming, the season came in early last year and lasted much longer.
On one rainy afternoon, May 11th to be exact, I was alone at home. (Husband was in our home country for an extended visit.) The coolness of the early rains mingled with my aloneness and loneliness, and inspired me to write this poem:
WHEN IT RAINS
by Allyn P. Japitana
When it rains I like to play,
Waddle or sprint on green grass and lay.
When it rains I like to dance,
Waltz with you, may I have this chance?
When it rains I like to sing,
Waken my neighbors with “Magic Sing”.
When it rains I like to stitch
Willows, whatever, I don’t care which.
When it rains I like to play Scrabble
With family or friends, we’ll avoid any squabble
When it rains I like to bake – a
Wacky chocolate or any cake;
When it rains, I like to eat – my
Wacky cake that’s not so sweet.
When it rains I like to write
Wholesome poems, is this one right?
When it rains I like to watch a weepie
While sipping a cup of freshly-brewed coffee
When it rains I like to look – at my
Wedding photos in a scrapbook
When it rains I like to think of you
Whisk out thoughts that make me blue
When it rains I like to sleep
With old songs to lull me, blissful thoughts I’ll keep.
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