Yesterday, it suddenly rained so hard in the afternoon that there were puddles everywhere in Barangay Tumana, Marikina City. It was unusual in the middle of a hot summer.
Below is a poem about rain composed by my 8-year old daughter, Sophie Grace:
R a i n
Is rain hated by people?
It always wets the weary seagull.
But when I look at the rain
It waters the garden of shame.
when I get very itchy
I call to the rain
so I don't get weary.
Below is a poem about rain composed by my 8-year old daughter, Sophie Grace:
R a i n
Is rain hated by people?
It always wets the weary seagull.
But when I look at the rain
It waters the garden of shame.
when I get very itchy
I call to the rain
so I don't get weary.
Now I think the rain is nice.
It waters the crops and the old dry rice.
It waters the crops and the old dry rice.
