the rain is coming
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a fruit bat
finds a limb and is still
so some
thing will
happen and it will
you promise me it will
the rain is coming
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
the rain is coming
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a fruit bat
finds a limb and is still
so some
thing will
happen and it will
you promise me it will
the rain is coming
When I was in Queensland Australia it always felt like it was about to rain. The humidity was high, the clouds came in quick and at night the fruit bats would swoop into the trees for protection. When I saw a friend of mine from Queensland again in London it occurred to me that she was like this too. You know who you are 'darl'.
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