Still raining

“Look, still raining, Momma!

The road is flooded to the curb.

Momma, let me stay at home,

Or else my new clothes will get wet.”

“Hurry up, don’t be ashamed,

We’re not far from the highway.

When you get to be grown up,

You’ll have to take your people’s road,

A road flooded with nationalism,

It’s forbidden to be so timorous.”

Armijn Pane
tr. after Damais