March, April, May, whap whap whap, them months hit we whap whap whap, I try not to break, I feel so vex and helpless last night, March April May, each month one bad thing happen, one per month.
Yesterday midday, the rain lash down and whip up a li’l flood again, I pray that the water ain’t swell-up high, high like it do in January ’05 and leave we with doo-doo to wash away afterwards.
March April May, one bad thing after another, ma, I ask, why so much bad things been happening recently, grrr. I don’t know, I just don’t know, she say.
I think me back bruk, me and the gardener been lifting stuff yesterday afternoon, things that we store in the apartment downstairs. Me teeth soak, me bones saturate-up, glug, glug glug, I been out in the rain with umbrella and long boots, wading home after I park the car on a high road, wutliss rain invade under me umbrella.
My mother been sitting in the veranda, waiting for me.
“I’m sinnnnnging in the rain, I’m lauuuughing again…” I holler to she.
A mini-li'l flood again, oye kakamolee, all that cleeeeaning again, that is what is vexing me, oh the cleeeeaning again…
Internet bruk again yesterday, last night.
Hahahaha I’m lauuuughing in the…oh look, here comes the sun…