In April 2011, I went to visit my son in Singapore where he worked with Credit Swiss learning the Asian trade. We took a side trip for his and my birthday. I wrote this on my return to the USA.
Bali Rain
Bali rain hits with such clean force on high temples that protects their Gods.
Rain comes down everywhere without discrimination cleaning the nectar of their life.
Streets of motorbikes hide under cover.
Rice paddies refresh in all the private property squares.
Plumerias open drinking water.
Many dogs play in the puddles.
I sit and drink my Arrack with ice, garden poolside, thinking, what a beautiful place Bali Rain made.
If you liked this poem, more are published in 'In the Clouds.'
Bali Rain
Bali rain hits with such clean force on high temples that protects their Gods.
Rain comes down everywhere without discrimination cleaning the nectar of their life.
Streets of motorbikes hide under cover.
Rice paddies refresh in all the private property squares.
Plumerias open drinking water.
Many dogs play in the puddles.
I sit and drink my Arrack with ice, garden poolside, thinking, what a beautiful place Bali Rain made.
If you liked this poem, more are published in 'In the Clouds.'
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