Winter Monsoon

Three goats
eat — eating
winter monsoon sod

Three goats
run — run through
winter monsoon squall

One afternoon a few weeks ago, 3 goats were out — happily trotting around the vacant lots behind our apartment. They were eating grass and relaxing when studdenly (like many tropical rain storms here) with no warning at all thunder and big rain suddenly hurled itself out of the sky and onto those goats. They all took off and I can still picture the three of them frantically running in single file before disappearing into a hole in a concrete wall.

This morning I called to my son, ‘get me some goat photos please’. He happily trotted off to the paddocks below our apartment but came back a few minutes later.

‘Mom Mom’ he shouted. I ignored him.

‘There’s a problem Mommy. A problem.’ he insisted with such urgency that I looked up from my writing project.

‘Mom the problem is, no goats’.

He kept going back and checking all afternoon until they finally turned up.

I spotted him out the window after he shouted up through the window ‘Mom! Goats! Mom, the goats is here!’.