The rain
comes pouring
down upon the roof,
rapping like hip-hop music
mingled with the background of
flowing water running through the
yard, making multitudes of drains along;
while we fold paper boats and send them sailing,
soaking in the beauty of a cold wet morning outside,
while Mum screams out to everyone to get inside the house
and dry up before she yells for Grandpa and brings the roof down.
(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia,2007)
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