JUNGLE RAIN
Maximo Ramos

Sudden claps of thunder and now the rain
Comes at a gallop to the shadowy jungle
Beating pitter-patter on the leaves overhead
And on the jungle floor of roots and fallen leaves
And on the rotting log where a python lies asleep.

Then a wild fowl gives a crow from nowhere
And the hoarse call of a hornbill
Breaks out of a top branch.
And the unknown voices of the wilderness
Have soon resumed their long low chorus
With the passing of the jungle rain.