Let It Rain

An ephemeral waterfall a few feet away from me,

A spectacle few are able to see.

Droplets dancing on the basketball courts,

The whole quadrangle has become their dance floor.

Finding their route down a convoluted maze,

From the treetop, through the branches, the children of rain race.

A sweet tap on a lonely tree’s leaves

A big wet spot on a janitor’s sleeves.

Let it rain, let them run

The athletes are racing for their lunch.

To the canteen, they paced up as if in sprint

Down the ground, they leave their wet prints.

The catwalk has never been tranquil;

In the mercy of the rain, the school has stood still,

The long stretch of benches found their repose

Inside the gates which today are closed.

Standing strong amidst the incessant spill

The trash bin defy the human’s will,

Today, he’ll receive no trash from us

A short vacation from all the rush.

Once dwelled by students, once teeming with noise

The campus today is empty and coy

Nature takes centerstage in presenting its show

We are the audience, all in the front row.

As classical music is playing,

The rain clouds slowly rolling,

Draining down the catwalk’s sides

Are families of raindrops forming waves and tides.

Let it rain, let them run

The drops will flow to the sea in trance

Until the next time we see each other, our little visitors

Let yourself rain, let yourself descend in stupor. #

This is a side effect of my classical music therapy at the Letran Catwalk. Thank you for reading.