Then the cloud burst

The red dust storm horsed over
then the black cloud burst  upon  the town
our dusty desert town and down it tumbled
and we  had never known such wetness,
such skins of silky coolness, such washed clear eyes,
such joy of touch and scent and taste.
We flooded the street!

At 83 I am a child again.
Yes, I am born a child of 83!
Out of my way, you unnecessary adults,
I have a life to live!

Roy Ashwell 23.1.11