Our faces were drowned in hoods
As rain fell softly on our heads.
Its sounds came as from the ocean.
Our tiny judgments took a beating
In its steady patter on our ears
Where they seem to be beating us
Like angry dads, back from office.
As we walked we made tiny circles
In rain water, under our umbrellas
That saved us from the angry sky.
Houses were a mere blur in white.
Our paths ended in green of trees.
Rain-mud spattered on black coats
Surprised by blurs of passing cars,
Their wipers saying no to the rain.
We had left school in the street.
Our home of angry smoking fathers
And grannies in loving egg-heads
Seemed to vanish in a fuzzy rain.
A scruffy dog shook body of rain.
Back at home, we bath our bodies
In eucalyptus steam as vapors rise
Quickly to drown rain in its smell.