Under the corrugated iron roof
with the drumming of the rain,
the grumbling of thunder,
the buzz of mosquitoes,
off and on the barking of dogs,
following sultry days
this scent of wet earth
came with soothing cool,
The deep sleeps came
like salvation, silence
inside and when the cock
crowed the morning was light
flowing and permeating
sky and faces and soul
with the hope we all need,
the clearness of newborn life
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