My 1st attempt at poetry (and perhaps my last )....
No more will percolate
Everything comes to a halt,
As water pools
And people gawk.
The rainy season,
True to its name,
Has come to the Pilipinas again.
It reminds us we
Are not in control
As roads fill
And buildings float.
But perhaps tomorrow it will subside
And people will return to stride.
Until our next reminder comes
By way of flood, quake or storm
That Mother Earth is in control