RAIN

The dark clouds trembled Liquid silver mixed with dust frogs sang through the night. It rained a lot during our trip. When I first set eyes on my mother’s garden, I was surprised that there was not much in it.  “The plants died.  It was too dry,” she explained.  The following day, rain poured in.

SUMMER

Summer came at last nature unfurled its colors I cowered inside. I wrote this little piece way back in June when the temperatures soared to the 90s and humidity was high.  I complained about the heat and complained bitterly. I sought solace in front of the electric fans that worked day and night and which