1
metronome clock high
the electric heat of the room, ticking
pianissimo of snare drum rain
against house, mango tree
warning those who listen of things to come
warning of the harsh onslaught approaching
warning of the rain storm charge encroaching
now poaching
flute, clarinet play a whispering tune
ebbing tree branch, clemency ignoring
pressure, temperature fall in momentum
2
beginning now to accelerando
to full forte of thunder timpani
cymbal of lightning monsoon symphony
cascading wind, churning rain attack
the compound wall, concrete at the back
of the house, stinging the paint work, crying
with non-stop assault, the trying
pizzicato rain pounding papaya
gusting wind blasting broken twig high
the windows throb, whispering in anxiety
the hot sforzando sky is briefly bright
Mussorgsky’s modest mountain is a pale
comparison to a tropical gale
beginning now to rallentando
3
the soft air-con whirring, humming high
the rhythmical regiment grunting
of tuba bassoon frogs out night hunting
the norkings of the amphibians retreat
soaked up by wall, tree, leaf, concrete
migrating on with the wind blown rain
in contrast with the tropical mayhem
the quiet skies of 2 20 am
return; you turn
warm body, raise sarong, bare thigh
rain came this way again
