The Wet Season

The wet season

Sky sheltered
A blanket of white,
Thick smog covering the surface
Until reaching higher ground
It was easy to go higher
A country covered in mountain terrain
Always driving up – and up – and up
Head hitting the ceiling
Waves and smiles becoming blurred.

I remember,
Reflective puddles
Green turning to grey
The distant growl of thunder
Sky angered
Clouds crying out
Why?
I didn’t have the answer.

When everything felt lost
The wind – harsh
Her response – overwhelming
Their hands – infatuating
Stories – devastating.

A flash of hope
A moment we shared
Two hands,
Two bodies
One prayer.

The sky was still angered
The clouds still cried
But oh, my heart,
Came alive.