Feet Under Water

I see your laughter I hear your mirth I listen to your sadness I see your sorrows I hear your struggles I listen to your beautiful confessions I see your pain I hear your frustrations I listen to the footsteps of your anger I see your love I hear your forgiveness I listen to your unwavering faith I see you I hear you I listen to you

It's official. Moonsoon season settings itself in. . Water drops. One. Three. Six. And then it pours. Yes. I am drenched. Diluted acidic smell filled my nostrils. I used to like rain. I dont know. I think I still do. Sometimes. Depending on my geographic locations. Or whether or not I am walking with important soluble documents in my hands. Its not as dark as the the streets of Wellington anymore, now that I am back in the tropics. Less wind, too. It is still very blue, nonetheless. Oh yes. There goes the thunder.