storm

Up there she cries like a

modest lady, sating the

parched through a

heart that’s sturdy; and

 nurses

to being the

dead of the earth, and

vows to

multiply her mirth.

When her heaviness

is great, the seas

quiver, the farmer

shakes afraid of

too much splatter, and

In tandem with

the wind,

the eagle

would rather rest and

fly when she is gladder.

Pray that

the storm

is ever gentle

Be it sunny or

rainy weather, and

Hide beneath

a roof or something

stable, when

she starts to

break her manacle.

-there's a Korean saying that goes something like: 

When a woman is provoked to anger, it snows even in the summer.

sana huwag

umulan ... ngayon

ayokong mabasa

ang aking

payong.

:)