We puttered up the hill in the little black Morris Minor
My mother and I.
The trees hung listless in the heat.
My brown school uniform stuck to the back of the seat.
My panama hat left a red sweat rim on my forehead.
My feet boiled inside socks and shoes.
No-one was around in the scorching afternoon.
Only the drowsy insects pulsed a singing silence.
And then, with a smash of thunder and a roll of drums
thundering over the rumbling hills
lightning splitting the sky,
the rain came.
cascading metallic sheets of water,
Cars stopped; from every house and garden people suddenly emerged;
dancing, laughing, drinking in the rain.
The blessed, blessed rain,
mercy falling from heaven
upon the place beneath.
I stood in the water as it soaked
through my clothes,
through my skin,
into my mouth,
into my bones,
cooling the racing heat of my blood,
As around me and inside me the world sprung into life.