It never rains but it pours.

Westward sea skies warn

sombre pregnant clouds blow

wind whips through trees

a spider runs under a leaf

one splash on the window pane

evolves into a cascading torrent

quenching waters on parched earth.


But once a year

comes a special rain

seeking us from the west

a cloud that drops a fall of water

drowning our house

pouring down roof tiles

dripping through cracks

into saucepans that litter the kitchen

a symphony of rain drops

bringing resolve, until next year

to fix those broken tiles.



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