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.