Monsoon

When the air begins to itch
the bird are silenced
and the dogs sit
The rain comes fast.
Some geckos and I
stand in the doorway and look
for friends, geckos and people
alike.
Wouldn't it be something to see you
come around the bend
through the sheets of water
the flashing light
and the thick blanket of clouds?
We stand there, waiting
breathing in the thickness
watching for you and the dogs to stand