I live on a red dirt road which today
the monsoon has made slick as an oil spill.
I am awash in color, so dazzling
it almost hurts to look;
the storms bring clouds like a blinding avalanche
and turn our golden grasses to green
of too many shades to count,
gleaming against the cornflower sky.
night rains saturate the ground,
the sound like the heartbeat of the earth,
lit by distant flicker of lightening.
perilous as life is, it rises to meet me
with a sweetness and generosity
just when my cup needs filling.