Mama said the rain gets heavier every august,
that’s nature, it builds its wave up in the sky
and takes us unaware, like soldiers who are
about to take over a city.
Every august I don’t think of the rain or nature,
I think of my lover, who possessed the nature
of the august rain, she sure took me unaware,
no! she didn’t take over me.
She abandoned me just like one who flees
from house on fire, every august as rain gather
in the clouds, are tears,
I weep for my lover.
It has become my nature every august,
as I await the rain to become a fusion with my tears.