RAINFALL AND THUNDERSTRIKES BY PRINCE JOE
How do we spell our names when the cloud Has clot our mouth with salty waters? For us not to venture our hands into murky. We now bury our eyes beneath our shadows, And Dancing to raindrops of plump poetry. How do we kiss a lover that lost his(her) lips At the momentary garden of awaiting bullet? For our love for nature can never be folded. Whennever I see my brother picking a rain, I run to my mother's thigh to ask why it's so, But she will say, "rainfall and thunderstrikes" My mouth couldnt digest the language well, As darkness enveloped my eyes--i was lost. This is how I became blindfolded for 3 nights, Just like fire burning inside the eyes of a boy. My mother threw me in the hands of thunder, As I walked my legs into the valley of storm, Where eyes were opened to see how raindrops And the origin of thunder that do strikes. I sat on the tongue of rain and folded my laps, I saw angels fa...