The rain didn’t come. First the grass shriveled, then turned brown, then crumbled under our feet. Then the cracks grew as the earth broke from thirst. And then the fires. The mountains were always on fire and we watched them at night, our feet black from soot carried through closed windows.
The drought during the dry season seemed normal – usually, thre is not much rain. But the dried golden grass and the dust was more extensive than usual. She sneezed and coughed and wondered about how long it would continue. However, the drought was broken up by the ‘mango rains,’ which woke her in the early morning.
The rain didn’t come. First the grass shriveled, then turned brown, then crumbled under our feet. Then the cracks grew as the earth broke from thirst. And then the fires. The mountains were always on fire and we watched them at night, our feet black from soot carried through closed windows.
The drought during the dry season seemed normal – usually, thre is not much rain. But the dried golden grass and the dust was more extensive than usual. She sneezed and coughed and wondered about how long it would continue. However, the drought was broken up by the ‘mango rains,’ which woke her in the early morning.