umuulan nanaman pala.
paglipas ng takipsilim ang akin isipan ay patuloy na binabalot ng kadiliman. ilang oras nang naninimdim sa gabing lumalalim. kasabay ng pag buhos ng ulan ang pag agos ng mga luha na dulot ng kalungkutan, umaasa't naghihintay pa rin sa iyong muling pagdating. naiinip at  kung minsan pa'y napapailing, kailan kaya muling makakapiling? ilang nakaraan na ang lumipas subalit ang puso'y patuloy pa ring kumakaripas. naiwan sa 'king isipan ang mga bakas **** pilit kong tinatakasan. mga alaalang bumabalik sa mga yakap at halik mo'y patuloy akong nananabik.

umuulan nanaman pala.
kasingtulad mo ang isang paparating na ulan; darating, magpaparamdam at pagkatapos ay mawawala lang din pala. hindi ko maiwasang hindi maging malungkot sa sakit na iyong idinulot.  ang paglakas ng ulan ay siya ring pagkirot ng sugat na iyong iniwan. nakagapos pa rin ako sa iyong mga pangakong napako, gabi-gabi pa ring nararamdaman na para bang nakapaloob sa sako.

umuulan nanaman pala.
maalala ko na naman ang sugat na aking napala. luha ko'y patuloy na sumasabay sa pag agos ng ulan subalit lungkot ko'y hindi pa matangay. nararamdaman ko ang lamig ngunit mas nararamdaman ko ang muling pagyanig. mahal pa rin kita, sinta. ngunit gusto kong ika'y kalimutan na. subalit paano? sa tuwing umuulan ay ikaw ang aking naaalala. paano ba matatapos ang paghirap na nadarama? kapag kaya sa wakas, ang ulan ay tumila na? matagal na rin pala. siguro'y panahon na upang sarili ko naman ang aking unahin at palayain. para sa ikalalaya ng aking pusong iniwan, para sa ikagagaling ng pusong lubos na nasaktan.

sisimulan ko na— sisimulan ko nang makalimot.

pero teka lang muna—

umuulan nanaman pala.
'wag naman sana pero ayan na, papatak na naman pala.

huwag naman sana dahil—
dahil—
maaalala na naman kita.

Thunder rages on outside.
I am not the only traveler
who has not repaid his debt.
It attempts to scare me
into succumbing to the dark
and to the rain.
I would like rain
to accompany me on my
endeavors.
But I’m too much indebted
to afford it.
The skies want their
money back
and the heavens
have sent lightning.
They need it back
to bring back order.
Such a concentration of darkness
in one mortal isn’t natural.
They demand it back.
They need it back.
They send the rains
to make me yield to wizardry.
I do not
and smile in hope
that I’ll belong to the rain someday
and rain will belong to me.

The rain on my window has no idea that I think of it as fat unsalted tears, as I watch the flow from ashen discontented skies

It cannot think or reason why
I feel this way

About the foggy endless grey
that fills my head

The heavy sense of brooding and unsatisfying dread

Maybe tomorrow the sullen rain will drain away

But not today

In the rain out with an umbrella black,
Standing still with the weights on your shoulder.
Passes by the passengers of time,
Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind.

Traveling and meeting eyes,
With strangers you may never find
Again in this lifetime...
Lost in the sands of time.

Feeling broken and the heart heavy,
Hurt in ways never imagined.
Drifting down the window pane like rain,
In solace you find your stay.

I knew a girl who loves the rain.
She only smiles as it pours.
When the drops start to fall.
She prays and prays for more.
She feels her strength in the dark. Laughing with the Thunder.
Tears are rain brought by pain.
Maybe that's her comfort.
Rain drops upon her face
While she dances through the Tempest.
She smiles wide her beautiful eyes hungry for a drenching.