{"id":176,"date":"2019-03-14T07:15:08","date_gmt":"2019-03-14T13:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/backspace.underthepillow.net\/?p=176"},"modified":"2019-03-15T18:23:30","modified_gmt":"2019-03-16T00:23:30","slug":"literary-flashback-rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/backspace.underthepillow.net\/index.php\/2019\/03\/14\/literary-flashback-rain\/","title":{"rendered":"Literary flashback: Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

This is the last poem I wrote that can be traced back from the year, 2014. I wrote this while I was in Baguio for a librarians’ training. I went out of the hotel one night to go to a nearby convenience store. It was drizzling outside but I only settled for a hoodie and walked past by the umbrellas that are free to use at the hotel door. I wanted to get wet under the rain. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rain can trigger a lot of emotions for any person, be it melancholy, sadness, longing etc., and bitter temperatures can further intensify these emotions even though you are not entirely sure why you feel these things. Sometimes it is just a perfect moment. Just like John Mayer’s song say, “I’m perfectly lonely.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

\n\n\n\n

Her foot stepped out 
of the pavement 
just in time when that 
first raindrop 
hit the ground, 
and then, 
all at once. <\/gwmw><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The downpour 
left nothing untouched. 
Rainwater slid down on 
every slope and curve 
of her body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips drew a smile 
as she felt it on the temples
of her cheeks.
It touched her face 
like light kisses. 
She closed her eyes, 
letting the rain wash over her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It ran across her lips. 
She tasted the sea in the rain. 
Her fingers traced 
the wet lines 
back to her blurry eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pitter-patter of memories
continued to echo 
in her heart and 
drench her in sweet misery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She loved the rain,
but<\/gwmw> the rain could never 
love<\/gwmw> her back.<\/gwmw><\/p>\n\n\n\n

08.28.2014<\/em><\/gwmw><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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