Rain

Droplets of water hit the roof so hard I could barely hear myself think as it washed down dirt from the corrugated roofing sheets. The smell of dust hung around like the scent of incense burning from the altar, heat steamed from the sun burnt earth like water poured on hot coal. From my window I could see empty polythene bags hovering in the air, trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind and animals scampering for shelter. I took-off my clothes and jumped into the rain reminiscent of my childhood when Mother would let us dance in the rain and bathe us with warm water afterwards. but now I'm a grown man and all I want to do is dance in the rain.