The summer rains come pouring down
Drenching everything in it's wake
Determined to reach the ground
Flooding out the land
Freezing drops fall on your skin
And soak right through to the bone
Sheep and cattle huddle together for warmth
Braving whatever the elements throw at them
Blazing fires to banish the cold
Cheerful laughter and warm drinks
I stand, in the rain, watching them with envy
I shiver, shake my head, and move on
Torrential storms blow through the valley
Worse than in the winter, when everything freezes
The water on the hills high above streams down
To join the river beneath, swirling, swirling
I curl up under a coarse bush
And pray for the rain to stop
They found me three days later
Still begging the rain to ease
I was carried to the closest home, but was refused
So they travelled to the local Hostel
And left me there, for others to help
I got up, shook myself off, and left that place
Then I went back to that house
It was empty, so I moved closer, and there was movement
Someone was crying, they had lost their son
But I could not go back to that house, not now.
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