Poor Weather

“Poor weather! Poor weather!” said the brother.

The brother who scare with fall, small, and the haunted growl.

On the bench their big bear sleep in tigh, in light, all roar.

But the other brother never bored to laugh, to the weather.

“Poor weather! Poor weather! Poor me down!”

Madness...

“I said stop!” said the little sister.

“I said your eyes about to pop out!”

Oh the weather, find the hidden breeze, far to the sea.

Find now! Or I’m about to sneez.

Oh but I can’t sneez, because the weather.

“Yes the weather...” The big sister come to lead.

I heard the weather changed, people changed.

The playground changed.

(18:25 WIB. Jumat, 4 Oktober 2013)


Saat ini saya mulai jarang melihat anak-anak bermain hunjan-hujanan. Bukan karena anak-anak tak suka bermain hujan, tetapi karena hujan semakin jarang datang.