Monsoon >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

I can hear roaring sound
coming closer, closer to us
we have to run, clouds low
birds are flying away north
cows mooing, goats heading
to their small house in hurry
we were uphill when lightning
flash on horizon followed by
loud thunder that shook earth

few more yards we could have
been home, down pour is so quick
we are drench, I try to wipe
my eyes, it's just too much
I can hardly see, we found shelter
under a large tree, it's futile
we keep on running, running
until dirt road ends...home