Evening,
tropical shower, it comes down in buckets.
The sound of the falling water is music to my ears,
I’m half deaf – pleasing nevertheless.
The thunder rolls + roars,
occasionally a bolt of lightning and the thunder rolls.
The tropics… PNG.
The present. The past.
Still it rains, still it roars.
Boogaboo, Mahatma, Larry and Mo.
From here to there in no time.
Pick me up baby… I think I’m losing it.
Settle down ! Relax !
Just breathe in and just breathe out.
Phheewww !!
The rain falls and it’s quiet again.
Two kids running through the puddles,
enjoying the experience of getting drenched.
They laugh and they run and they talk loud.
The next moment is almost upon me.
The rain keeps coming,
the ground can only soak up so much.
The puddles, the flash floods, rivers that roar like the heavens and…
…the fuckin mud.
Flip… Flip… Flip…
El bizarro.
Macadamia nuts.
Back to normal again.
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