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POEM
THE TROPICAL FOREST
It's the tropical season
The rains begin to fall
The sudden darkness
The need to find shelter
The thunder and lightning
The dust and sand in the whirlwind
The message,
I've been rained off; echoing through the hallways
Then the communication lines die
No need to bother
The lights dimmer
The smell of heat and dust rising
Glancing through the windows
the silhouettes of people walking
and running, slowly disappears.
But for the rain and distant sounds
of birds, silence falls
The veranda lights are covered by insects
The mosquitoes find a dry corner on the wall
The sounds of water rushing
Pebbles and gravels, cans and bottles
mellifluously washed away.
Barrels, buckets, pots and pans
placed where needed.
The bridges overflowing
as water rushes;
in a Tempestuous manner
People gather round the fire
The feel of cosiness
Some tell tales, others sing traditional melodies,
whiles others are deeply lost in thought.
The odd silence
The sweeping sounds of the rain
on the corrugated aluminium roof tops.
For me the rain is a good excuse.
This is where I'm most happy.
This is where I want to be.
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