We’ve Had Some Rain

We’ve had hard rains that batter the house

and rattle the spooky Asian souls within.

We’ve had soft rains that do no more than

make the air a fish tank in which we float

wordlessly amazed we can breathe at all,

but soon go  in.

We’ve had some New Hampshire rains that come

for an unwanted visit and stay the whole day.

This is the rainy season here in Thailand,

a primordial season of love and need, of clouds

piled up with lust, of vortex-wind that rumples

wild hair and turns yourself around.  If we come

through it at all, we come through soaked and

with a quiet sense of what to be human means.

Yes, we’ve had some rain.

FG           6/27/2016

Just as Saudi Arabia (where I lived for more than a decade) had two seasons:  hot and not so hot, Thailand has three seasons: hot, cool and rainy.   The drought here is officially over, I guess, but I’ve not heard how full the major dams are.  Nor have I heard anything lately about the two jet liners that are lost.  With holes in the news this big maybe poetry will make a comeback.  Not.