It Does Not Rain Enough
by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I save my tears for night.
I save them for when it rains.
It does not rain enough.
The tears, they do not care,
if I suffer or if I’m happy.
The rain won’t come soon
enough and when it does
people still ask if I’m all right.
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Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal is a California-based writer. He welcomes your comments at cuatemochi[at]aol.com.
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