I fell asleep all too soon
Lulled by the quietening monsoon
Pattering away on the roofs
A thousand pairs of thundering hooves
Down and down poured the sheets of rain
Enough to render me insane
The world seemed to fade into nothingness
As I stared at the blank dull greyness
The steady rhythm picked up its pace
All of a sudden it was a race
The water had just turned to lead
And crashed endlessly above my head
Still in my head echoes the thud
Of quiet rain turned into flood
Swallowing all the crimson mud
And morphing into a swirling mass of blood
I was alone, lost in the muteness
Of a world shrouded in darkness
by Clara de Lataillade
