rain

Its raining.
the water comes in sheets
washing away the road
as we pass sliding through the mud
from one side to the other
the crops are drinking now
they have browned without water
with the drought that was anticipated
but its raining now.
the old man in the car next to me turns and says
"God has not forgotten us. He remembers those who remember Him"
Some thought God had forgotten.
He had forgotten them here buried in the hills of the vast land in Tanzania
in the small mud homes where they crouch together
in the dust
But God remembers.