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(monsoon moments 1) The lively colors of summer have faded Blazing May afternoons have ended, Clear skies are now ash-blue, sometimes blae Blooming with soggy grayish ***** of cotton, Ever ready to burst with crystal drops... Monsoon winds blow.......then rain follows Big, heavy, noisy raindrops hit the roof, They pour longer........inundate the streets Making them impassable.......................but I'm raring to be out there when it falls, Let its cold touch, give me goose bumps... And waken every nerve in me... Let it wash away the heat and humidity from my body Let its steady flow, drench my short hair, flat to my skull, Let it compress my long-running indecision: do I, or do I not? I'd wait for all these to slide down and join the wet ground For, I want to walk around....soaking wet, and barefooted, Feel the grass.......subservient to the downpour I want to dip and wiggle my toes in the softened soil, 'til floodwater reaches my ankle 'til I'm one with earth and water And then I... Would feel unburdened, When I come in From the rain... Sally Copyright June 9, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
MONSOON
(monsoon moments 1) The lively colors of summer have faded Blazing May afternoons have ended, Clear skies are now ash-blue, sometimes blae Blooming with soggy grayish ***** of cotton, Ever ready to burst with crystal drops... Monsoon winds blow.......then rain follows Big, heavy, noisy raindrops hit the roof, They pour longer........inundate the streets Making them impassable.......................but I'm raring to be out there when it falls, Let its cold touch, give me goose bumps... And waken every nerve in me... Let it wash away the heat and humidity from my body Let its steady flow, drench my short hair, flat to my skull, Let it compress my long-running indecision: do I, or do I not? I'd wait for all these to slide down and join the wet ground For, I want to walk around....soaking wet, and barefooted, Feel the grass.......subservient to the downpour I want to dip and wiggle my toes in the softened soil, 'til floodwater reaches my ankle 'til I'm one with earth and water And then I... Would feel unburdened, When I come in From the rain... Sally Copyright June 9, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
^it has started to rain...it's not even  lunch time yet...^
#indecision#shorthair#blazingmayafternoons#monsoonwindsrain
sally-a-bayan
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sally-a-bayan
F/Filipino
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
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