Village Storm #Uganda #poetry


 

The sky gets black

it’s late in the day

gaps in the metal roof

 my hand holds a raindrop

a river is made in moments

stay for night to fall

or drive through the rising tide

hard choices are made everyday

each turn a potential hazard

upcountry roads change daily

humidity covers our windshield

the raindrops cover my hand

grateful to leave river road

night falls over our shelter

 

 

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