The Rain With No End. Poem by SY Wong ...

Peace.

In the rain I can have peace.
Peace comes rushing in through the windows
as winds gushes in.

I close my doors.
I do not want the rain
To come in.

I
I just want cleaned air and peace.
I
I watched the rain.
through the window
and the rain dripping the tree.

All I need is some hot shimmering food, porridge and some satisfaction from writes while the rain drips, drops
- munching a piece of red fresh, jerk meat.
While the rain rains on
I stock my fridge!