It has been raining
endlessly
vast stretches of grey
and then
more.
not that kind we get in Singapore
tense and expectant
pregnant
with anxious storm
and inevitable lightning
boisterous thunder
that silence
before the downpour
and the city
an audience waiting
in reverence.
Here
it is just that same
old
chant
a mechanical monologue
a rain
without personality
strangely blank
and
seemingly endless
There