Acclimatised.
Softly, softly rain is falling.
The thirsty earth accepts with grace.
Harsher memories recalling.
Another time another place.
Just praying for the monsoon rains.
To dispel the cloying heat
So we can breathe cool air again.
A prayer we endlessly repeat.
But this is now and that was then.
Long, long ago and far away
Now we have returned home again
We have no further need to pray.
For blessed rain to cool the air.
It rains most days but I don't care.
Wednesday,07 March 2012.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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