By Lenore Caytiles Nothing to do on a rainy morning Wanted to do some gardening But remembered my nurse's warning To be careful, to stay away from rain Cold you might catch which doctors might declare  Its the dreaded covid, so beware. Stood by the window watching the raindrops falling The light pitter-patter then heavy rain started pouring The light sound turned so loud  Like people in a market who kept shouting To lure people to buy wares they were selling  Turned my gaze to the branches of trees with leaves swaying, shaking, nodding By their movements leaves seemed to be talking Sometimes so loud, sometines just whispering This must be the language that farmers love to listen to as they keep dreaming  For the bountiful harvest the rice fields would bring. Ah, this must be the language called Rain. The language called Rain. Living next door is my grandchild who loves cats Has a pet cat which she cuddles every morning On this rainy morning her cat stayed in an empty...