Shelter under this tree; the rain, incessant.
It is night. Stormclouds scud above and
There will soon be moonlight.
Raindrops skitter and fall: heat and dust
All day until the tempest came.
Now the earth drinks up the water
Rivulets course their way down the slope.
Shelter under this tree. Wait a while
There is jagged lightning in the sky
Loud, loud thunder rolling by
Wait, wait a while.
A voice in the darkness;
Someone's footsteps, a lamp.
The storm has abated; go your way.
Rain, rain in these eyes.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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