Then the rains came
With the lightning
With the thunder-cracks
Huddled in the lobby
Ready to make a run for it
To the distant bedrooms
A riotous crash of thunder
I jumped backwards
From the balconies bannister glass
A silent flash of light
Across the grey-white skies
All the while the rain was relentless
Taking me back to that time
In the hotel in Jamaica
Where the rain was falling like curtains
Drawn down from on high
Gifts, to the mystics, to the ghosts
Who had called natures forces upon us
