Ermita in the Rain by Angela Manalang-Gloria
One of my projects is to create a collection of poems where I live. This is one of my inspirations.
Ermita in the Rain
It is not the rain that wanly
Sobs its tale across the bay,
Not the sobs of lone acacias
Trembling darkly in the gray,
Not the groans of harried breakers
Flinging tatters on the shore,
But the phantom of your voice that
Stays me dreaming at my door.