The Weatherman

Tonight, I have shed rain -- inadvertently, incessantly and indifferently. It has flowed like torrents that my breathing has alternately cracked and faltered. I have never had an outpouring since that time too olden to be remembered.

Yet, with the shade that has sustained its hold and has then altered my perceived frailty, my ducts have slowly cleared.

Your presence -- undeniable and never really gone -- has tamed the nimbus.

The rain has stopped.

Finally, clear skies are upon us.
Once again....
Once again.

Stuck

I miss the apathy.
The chaos.
The speed.
The insomnia.

I miss you, Manila.

I miss your pain.

But, I need to miss you more.