Thai Rain

We went out after the storm and sat on the flat roof. A few orchids in their pots dripped in the moonlight. We watched vultures circle the floating market, while Bangkok put on its neon mask. You said you would leave in the morning, that your village was your heart, not these apartment rooms, this place where people disappear into tomorrow. On the station platform, a deluge of rain and people. The rain smashed into eyes making it difficult to see even to talk and embrace. I could not tell if you were crying but I knew I was, and would be even in the sunshine.