FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

MANY

shall still write about the poetry of the rain
in different points
of view

rain as mantra, as soft hands, as the gentle locks of hair
as beautiful sadness
tolerable ally of grief

rain can be so many stories of tears
of vent and release
of heaviness that finally finds joy in its falling
of water walls,
of a woman whose love is unrequited and now
wets the earth with all her misgivings
as origin of the flood that seeks revenge
to the culprits of negligence and
abuse

it is raining today and i like to see the truth of this
well written subject

plain drops
of water from the sky
saying nothing
singing no songs

straight from my lips
i tasted
my tongue can attest
to its
inanimate indifference

neither can it love
nor can it hate.