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Walking In the a Rain
Walking in the rain
I am going out
in the gentle summer rain
remnants of a storm
to feel the drenched cotton fabric
of this threadbare shirt cling onto me like a sheath
smell the parched earth suck in the season’s first rain
Please come with me
We will paddle about, cautiously though
not to mash too many snails into the grazing lands
watch the muddy waters slide along the footpaths
where the scum of earth hangs temporarily on the grass
to be phased out with time
Yesterday’s swelter
that cooked up this serving in cumulonimbi pots
has been extinguished, savour the coolness
as I indulge myself in the sweet brutality
of the pure rain, breaking a taboo
sogging my dreadlocks in a wash that’s true
through and through
but if a stray bolt of lightning strikes
and the ensuing thunder vibrates under my feet
I will stand petrified, vulnerable as a wounded calf
with a pounding heart, I will mouth an uncensored prayer
I need someone then to stand right by me.
Would you feel used, if that someone was you?
Copyright ©
Joyce Chigiya
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