the rain is coming
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a fruit bat
finds a limb & is still
so some
thing will
happen it will
the rain is coming