Thunder rumbles in a distance,
the sky overcast with dark clouds.
The sun hides behind the darkness,
the breeze still as a mouse.
Some people pause to take a look above,
many hurriedly carry on.
And then there are those very few,
who care less about what’s coming on.
The birds, they find refuge,
in the branches of the trees.
The sleeping mongrel stirs awake
only to find sheltered grounds.
Anytime now, the rains will come
and wash the city clean.
anytime now, the rains will bring
relief from this summer heat.
All photos are my own.
All photos are shot on a mobile phone
About once a week, I give myself an hour to write. Not thinking but just writing. I try not to think too much and not to take a pause while writing. The goal is to simply write. Some of the days, all I have is a bunch of sentences that make no sense whatsoever and sometimes I think they take the form of a poem.
