Growing quickly nearer. The roof roars loud with the sound of rain Then louder Then louder still. Amidst the pounding roar Come peals of thunder. And pounding rain. And flashes of lightning Not white, but grey like the rain.
Hours come, and they pass unnoticed, Effaced by the unending flow Of water from the sky.
Welcome, he had said. The boy in the store, the boy with the weary grey eyes, Seeing my shirt's emblem, And recognizing a fellow stranger in a strange land Had said, Welcome to the land of rain.