Harshly, the wind blowing
And with all the rain
Clothes are stained
The cold is shivering
And the weather is arguing
Jeepneys are stranded
Streets are flooded
The sky remains dimmed
Even in this early morning
My pants are wet
So are my bags
My shoes are safe
Until for now
All of this happened
And I'm still in the terminal
And it's not even 7am
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