The prayer meeting over.

Suddenly

Rains, heavy rains.

Alone on my scooter.

I dread -

The muddy track home.

Then

Not called,

Not summoned

Our mini bus comes.

Bundled in rain gear

One boy steps out.

Ushers me in

He drives the scooter.

They came for me.

Not called?

Not summoned?

Not so!

Summoned – by love.