September Downpour

By Daniel León Avelar

I

Light, Christmas-like, heavy rain

is falling.

It shouldn’t make me feel pain;

then, why am I bleeding?

Damn it, sudden hailstorm!

II

Now, I am all wet

and dizzy,

but I will sweat,

you will see!

The flu strikes again...

III

Neither I like to sneeze,

nor to clean my nose.

Give me that handkerchief, please.

I hate to be ill just because…

Where were you, umbrella?

IV

While getting home,

I start to shiver

feeling sick and lonesome,

suffering from this fever.

I need chicken soup!

V

Outside is raining cats

and dogs

while I play with my hanging snots

and see through the window some green frogs

dancing under the foggy rain.

VI

Now Mommy tries to make me

go to bed.

Lovingly, she warns me:

“If you don’t go to rest, tomorrow, you’ll probably be dead.”

Thanks Mom! Love you, good night!