Marching army of monsoon
siege the wayside inn.
Sticking together,
as a  joined force,
inn keeper and wife resist,
repeated attacks they deflect,
with whatever is in their command,
protecting inmates in deep sleep.
Above the shriek of lawless winds,
loud bangs persistently heard
on the door, were ignored,
yet another enemy tactic,
it was counted,
their knowing smiles tell this.

At dawn, on the doorstep
the victorious duo encounter,
the worst shock in their lives;
the frozen body of an emaciated  stranger-
an asylum seeker.
Collateral damage.