The Cleaning Lady

The woman who comes and clean the house once a week, has a voice like a foghorn, she speaks with a Gypsy accent I have to guess what she says, anyway she ignores me when I say: no need to water the plants there will be rain tomorrow; well, it is morrow now. Now rain has fallen seraph-like clouds drift about as they should have a day off and decide to have a lazy day. The sun is up to modest now in October, tries to make up for the summer when it forced me indoors for two months. The cleaner has tremendous energy, up at dawn and works all day, my wife has given her a lot of clothes which she and her husband, a used car dealer, sells at the market on Sundays When hearing her voice – and don`t I hear- she brightens up my day like sunlight on a grumpy day, and I think she`s blessed.