Moving across parched earth
a ground level dust cloud drifts
With the same breeze comes the scent of rain.
It was the rainy season and
somewhere in the distance
a quenching was in progress
Soon, it will be time for that soothing rhythm on the tin roof
Soon, it will be time to secure a spot on the verandah and make paper boats for the puddles
Then scampering down the steps through large plopping raindrops to set sail the next paper boat
Paper boat sailing – in this family of four kids, a rite of passage.
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