It smelled like rain today.
It made me stop,
think
and look to the sky
with a smile.
Now, I’m listening
and watching
a live hearing,
not understanding
the red carpets
rolled out
for someone
guilty
when innocent people
have been killed,
quicker
and for
less.
Rain falls like bullets on our old tin roof
I clutch a pillow to my chest,
hoping it will end soon.
Lightning crackles through the sky,
lighting up the dismal view outside my window.
The cows have taken shelter and a lone donkey stands beneath a tree.
The usual smell of animal waste and death is dampened by the storm,
and I sigh with this small relief.
…
As the storm lets up,
the cows begin to graze the near-barren landscape.
The sun peeks out of the clouds,
and the heat of mid-day comes back.
I choke on the air,
thick with decay and lost hope.
A plane rumbles overhead and the house quakes.
I was built to withstand this life, but is it enough?
So It Goes 