Nightmares

NIGHTMARES

The rain falls steadily
in comfortable cadence,
constant sound of water
falling in lulling song;
this Saturday morning
singing, stay and sleep,
a willing captive of rain
with its alluring melody.

The house begins to wake,
sleepy sisters and brothers
voices grumbling in protest,
scraping  of kitchen chairs,
clink of ready coffee cups;
father asking for breakfast,
mother singing April showers
and spritzing those in bed.

The spritzing is uncomfortable
a rough spray of cold water
cold enough bringing shivers
now wet, cold, and shaking;
blanket feeling soaked through,
mattress hard and uneven,
voices fading from the rain
the rain now in the house.

None of this moment feels right
then that harsh rip of lightening,
home suddenly snapping away,
the monsoon coming in hard
and a realisation of where;
not home now irretrievable, 
me on the ground in the rain,
painfully, fully, back in Vietnam.

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