I've had just enough time to... bear the stings of the cactus rain
Cactus and Cactus Rain outside my office one sunny day
Yesterday when the sun was hot
Of a sudden, it rains like needles
It’s the cactus rain, falling down
Like needles from Heaven
Piercing the ants, stabbing slugs
Spearing the fish, drowning cats
What it cannot kill, it hurts
Oh, how it hurts – the cactus rain
I am a cactus,
I hate the cactus rain!
Even the cactus doesn't like the cactus rain
I love the rain, most of the time. I love gentle rain that lasted for hours, like a mist cover. I love cool rain after the heat that brings immediate relief. I love heavy rain that smear the land into indistinctive shapes. I love violent rain that shakes and makes the coconut palm dance like one in trance. I love the rains at night when they raise the frogs’ sound. I love the rain, most of the time. But sometimes, it rains on my parade. Sometimes, it adds insult to injury. Sometimes, it makes me miserable and wet. Sometimes, it hurts like the damn cactus rain.