We could have stayed, you know,
in that land of rain
that swept side to side across
the hills,
drowning out all sound.
We were always silent when it rained,
school children gave up their chanting
of sums to read and write notes
in a darkened classroom,
rain on the galvanized roof overpowering
Miss and Sir.
And we, we each withdrew
to separate rooms inside,
depending on touch and
the flashing of smiles,
a softened sort of love
to find each other without words.
You were patient when drenched,
knowing it was futile,
knowing everyone was huddled
and waiting.
But when the rain withdrew
we stretched towards sunlight,
and the land became unbearable
again, you escaped
to the hammock out back
hoping for some wind
to stir the mangoes along
as you dreamed for another land.










