Monsoon Rain

The rain is a flat sheet,

a wet wall.

No point in scampering about to avoid it

You just have to give in to it.

Like everything else here.

Resistance is pointless

and acceptance is a beautiful thing.

I am dry on my verandah perch

high above the roar and rush of streets turned to rivers

I am invisible behind the wall of water.

The dry pots of marigolds lining the streets overflow

The dust and diestrus are flushed from the useless gutters,

Temporarily anyway.

Motorbikes are parked up outside

Water pushing,

threatening to carry them down the rushing noisy street.

Dogs lie panting under tables

I am learning the ancient eastern art of waiting

Waiting waiting waiting.

What was it about our rushed lives that seemed so important?

Where were we all going so fast?

Here, where times stands still,

Where nothing works properly

(Not even the air con remote)

There are lessons to be learned about patience, acceptance, resilience

Making the best of every situation,

finding the beauty in unexpected places.

The landscape beauty is blinding,

but there are more beautiful things to see

if you know where to look.

I am finding new ways to look,

Behind the curtain of water.

PS the beetle has nothing to do with it but he is sharing my bed - acceptance rules !!