No Train, Rain Or Thunder

They heard the throaty cough of the rain

in the firmament, in the shape and sound

of the thunder. It bellowed like a lion king.

Melusi and Langelihle found themselves

at the singing seam of the train and the rain.

It turned out to be as surreal as it was aerial.

As they grudgingly parted, she purred

and weaved words that were barely

discernible over the din and dance

of the fleeting and muttering train.

Did lovely Langelihle say even thunder

couldn’t set them asunder, we wonder?