Rainy Season: a joint poem by Mel and Jax

Everything is a prelude to the storm.
An acquaintance in LA scoffed at me when I claimed I could smell when it was about to rain.
But, you see, you can. Smell it I mean.
I scoffed at the immediate downpour because I carried my Tote in my totebag and she forgot her umbrella.
I did not need to say, "See, I can smell the rain. Borne of a land where water is above, below, and all around me. Borne of a long line of babaylans who could not only smell rain, but bring it, too."
She frowned at her drenched suede moccasins and I thought, "It already been broughten."

Mel and Jax
Rest Day - July 28th, 2009
Starbucks, Old Manila