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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Hilo Such A Rainy Old Town...

Born in the Philippines, I've experienced the summer monsoons and growing up in the very rainy Hilo city...I've learned to appreciate the rain and have learned that anywhere you go in this world...rain will fall differently, will have you forming array of thoughts/ emotions when that first raindrop hits your flesh...and after the rain, in some ways seem to wash away the thoughts you had in mind before the rain or it may reveal the truth...

Rain
Hilo rain...
it's like music to my ears...bongos on my roof tops...soothes my mind to dream
my Hilo rain always gets me dancing...
kissing purple plum raindrops lips...warming under banyon trees...
Hawaiian rain...only thing to cool down the ring of fire...and me
southern rain in southern skies
Carolinas...comfort rain...perhaps
lighting striking sand...water spouts in the ocean...warm spherical raindrops
catching it on my tongue...like honey...so sweet
almost as tasty as those fine southern men...
southern rain in my skies is water to my withered soul
LA rain...does it even rain in so-cal?
superficiality free fall most of the year
but yes...once in a while...when things become real...
you feel that little droplet of hope and fame on your powdered face...
NYC rain...I love rain like how I love those "I love NY" tee shirts...
rain in central park...is like getting lost in tranquility... in the bustling city
Oh the down pour in DC...loud and chaotic...like the chaos that goes on in the white house...
Georgetown...rain is cold...like some of the people when asking for directions...
it makes me want to find warmth at a near by chapel...
getting lost in the bitter rain...makes me want to vaporize back into the atmosphere...
Rain in mid western skies...
seem to replenish the dry plains...
like a freshly brewed beer that revive the drunken soul
sometimes water fall drunkenly violent
so drunken that will get you doing foolish randomness...
Monsoon in the Philippines...wet, wet, wet...rice swimming in water...
rain flowing down staircases of rice fields...
no matter how brutal water free fall here...it will always be my home...
my rain that brought me life...
I love the rain....

rain...heavenly fluid that gives me life...or sometimes destroys me...causing water to flow and wash off all the lies...and deceptions...and strips me down...to the naked truth...the untold truth...and unmask all that I am...then blooms me back to life




                 (BCBG Max Azira Tunic Sweater, Luchiny Suede Boots)

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