Will you listen to the rain on the tin roof?
Don’t listen waiting for a thunder storm.
My love is not lightening, sometimes it will let up.
Sometimes the sun will shine.
Will you watch the droplets race on the glass?
Will you remember that I am the same?
I cannot give you more than a drizzle.
I cannot give you more than grey.
Do not expect the passion, the light, the noise.
All I have is unwavering consistency; rain to a flower.
Is that enough?
Please tell me,
is that enough?
About the Creator
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim7 days ago in Wander
Comments (2)
THi is phenomenal, a very beautiful way to ask the question I think too many of us feel.
Oh, I loved this so much!!