there is a shadow. a wintry raindrop
rests on a bougainvillea branch
Category Archives: Tropics
A fairly grey Tuesday morning. A passing shower and then a nice cool breeze. I love the November and December months in Singapore. It makes the weather bearable and this is the only time of the year where I am fully happy, about living in Singapore. I have only two gripes about Singapore – the lack of space and the weather. Well, maybe, three – the conservative heartland mentality. And, er, a fourth – an education system that refuses to correct the indigenous cultural over-emphasis on grades over learning.
We are waiting for 8.15am for me to take B to school. I think I will leave K at home as the rain might come again.
After a full night of rainfall, the earth remains uncleased; just wet.
she sucks on a ripened pomelo, wondering, ” when will it rain again?” droplets fall on her tongue orange juice she thinks nothing about that continues to wonder,”when will it rain again?” the siesta is ending soon still she waits she spits out the pulp oh, it’s not an orange-lemon grapefruit she squeezes the pomelo droplets fall in between her breasts “it’s raining in the mountains” the radio blares on
