A Grey Day. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

It is raining rivers
All night long-steamy
It is raining this early morn
as I write these lines
Too thick to see the far bank of the lake
Near me ducks huddle and cluster
Reluctant to move unreasonably in the rain
It is such intense tropic rain
Drowning ants and dreams
It drowns thoughts of ever leaving
How, oh how, could one leave such beauty
So suffer the heat, suffer the isolation
Just to be here on an early morning like this
Because you are on your own
In torrential monsoon rain like this
Till a friend drops in, soaking
And you hand him a coffee steaming
And the reaction on his face
When you exclaim "how horrible is this? ! "
It is so worth it all
And you sit and wonder, a wet day in the tropics
Is to die for
I quite likely will without regret
If I am lucky.