of magical droplets
oh, nature’s soul
on this abode
with billion kisses
that this temple
would be left
(Written at Infinitea Bayani Road, Fort Bonifacio.
A poem I wrote while watching an evening downpour from the cafe’s
photo from: thetryingtimesofexcitingdays.blogspot.com
As though heaven drops the tears of joy of the angels. Checking if the rain has stopped, I looked out through the glass window beside our office elevator. It made me pause once more. I gave a closer look as I magnified each drop and smelled the scent of nostalgia. I was brought back to reminiscence of some meaningful memories I had with the rain. It’s been quite a while since I’ve found myself amazed like a child as it gracefully falls like a supernatural kiss of heaven to the earth.