Taste of Longing

Taste of Longing

Here the rain has a taste
Of sweet longing.
Its coming is natural
As skin touches another skin.
It runs through cornfield,
Forest of rubber that stands
Neat like an expression
Of a sober life,
The hills and blue mountain
Looking like open palms
Receiving host of thunderous
Beauty, invading pain.
Oh, but the children’s rain dance
And laughter dying out
Into inebriated thoughts
Would cleanse the sadness
That may settle therein.

Here the rain has a taste
Of sweet longing.

Bukidnon, Philippines

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