Rain in Kathmandu

Mountaintops hide

in the gray sky.

Fog sinks into the valleys.

Clothes hanging out

to dry on the rooftops

droop, soaked

and still.

The Buddhist prayer flags

hang limp and cold,

twisted around their ropes

strung over the houses

across the street.

They look ragged,

like so many broken teeth

in a mouth filled with clouds.

These prayers will not be

prayed today,

and the gods will not

hear.

 


One Response to “ “Rain in Kathmandu”

  1. Phil Harvey says:

    They never did and never will, how wonderful, how sad, how much love God has that he waits for us to come together under His banner.

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