It’s October and we’re into the rainy season. I longed for it all summer (we had no rain
for four months) and by December I’ll be wondering when it will stop, with the rest
of the winter to get through ….
THE GRAMMAR OF RAIN
it becomes the subject of conversation
while umbrellas punctuate the sky
and puddles dictate the boots on my feet
phrasing the day in a lexicon of rain
first published in Writer’s Block
‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.