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.
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