Stuck in mud

Rain pouring
down
on tin pan roofs tops
Oh what a rhythm
Of hope....of safety
to be ....to me....to us

Like our steel pan sounds....
our island style
We waited.....in its melodies

I looked outside
and my only concern were ...
my mango trees ...we had many 

My thought were...
of those juicy mangoes falling
un bruised...

All stuck in mud

From the rainy tropical wetness that were upon us
....what  sounds to listen to....

Nothing else were on my mind ....mango...mango....mangoes
all is mine....all are mine ....in time.

My parents were busy....Dad and elder brothers
.....blocking Windows....securing doors ..

While Mom were concerning...loving chattering.....fixing ...making.....baking bread with  melted cheese.....hot cocoa tea

While having sips of rum....good Trinidad Rum....they use to say its good for the pain...smiles....lots of pain ...it seems it never went away.

She was the calmest of them all..

I never forgot that day ...she kept me near her...
hugging me...rubbing my head...telling me ...i am her favorite..... reassurance in abundance

"You better pray boy"

"And don`t worry ...the mangoes will be stuck in Mud."

Somehow it calmed...must be island blessed

the hurricane Flora....turned into strong winds.