Torrents of rain
fall around others.
They are amid storms.
I am the sun.
The rainbow.
I've seen the clouds.
I've made my own rain,
but now some light
arrives.
My storm-- it rests.
Other homes
flood.
Full to the brim,
drenched with tears,
but I remain
dry.
Once others leave,
and I'm alone,
I return to safety.
My own island of
tranquility.
My personal rain forest.
For it has seen the rain.
And now, I make some more.
(In Loving Memory of Leuzi Cardoso)
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