The Rainy Season Philippines, l945 TM Deas The mountains rise up from the plains To meet the clouded sky To be washed by the torrential rains From ominous clouds passing by. The rippling streams swell in fury And rush through the rocky canyon To get to the ocean in a hurry Over deltas treed by Banyan. The dust settles into mire and mud That sticks and slips and slides- Forming many a treacherous pud Where not even Ox Carts can ride. The people seek recluse inside Where progeny is prolifically conceived- For there is only time to bide- It's certainly too wet to leave! Many a belly of woman is rounded, Burdened with the load of child From conception universally propounded During the rain of so long a while. The rainy season is a boon To the increase of the populace On this Island in the month of June Where there is no other means for solace. The babies stair step to adult- Nurtured by the water of heaven- Till the family life is tumult From the noise of children seven----(or twelve or more). But we who are here to free- Alas, what have we to gain? Our loved ones are across the sea And we've nothing to do in the rain!!!!!!!....TMDeas -------------------------------------------------------- Poem by Thomas M. Deas, M.D. Transcribed by Paul M. Webber on 16 February 2002 Home Page: This poem is on the internet at this address: