SPRING RAIN IN PALESTINE

I open the live stream, expecting

to hear shouts and screaming and sounds

that go along with a night raid by the occupation;

it is, after all, just after midnight - 

the time and the place, too; but

what I hear is the sound of rain,

rain falling in darkness on a flat roof,

spring rain, no other sound than

spring rain,

and then, the sound of thunder, in the distance.

Not the thunder of a human oppressing

his fellow human being, no flares

but the sound of a thunder-storm, a 

real thunder-storm, in

the distance, approaching,

as the rain grows heavier,

spring rain in Palestine.

30.03.2018