Start Moving Your Fan Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-aindrops and chill
A-re nowhere to be found;
Q-uest for the light and warmth,
U-ntil you're safe and sound.
E-arly Thursday morning, ninth February comes out;
L-et the sun eliminate both the darkness and doubt.

M-ist and haze are gone,
O-bliterated by the beacon;
R-ay is brightly shining
A-bove the new horizon.
L-et the device deny the heat,
L-et it be held in your hand;
O-pen your either arm,
S-tart moving your fan.