I understand nothing to be

“something”, my lady

Rain come unexpectedly and the

Garden responded

Delighted by such windfall of dew

In the morning and mist in the evenings

Days are strong winds blow

Yet the yearning for drops from heaven

Are the constant as the need

for sun and candlelight.

In a blink of an eye

A flash of hope presents itself

Never to be seen again

As dark clouds even wander in the shade

And all that is left are memories of that hope

Enough to sing songs and write poem lines

Of a holy cause , of an ardent lover

By: Salve V. Calderon | T-II | BNHS