For Black History Month
"Saturday Night with My Honey"
We slaved until the rain came down hard and took over the cotton field.
We ran inside our little cabin,
Soaked and cold in quiet emotion.
We listened to the rain hit the rusty tin roof with soothing and mellow drops as we rested... for a moment.
We placed old pots and pans to catch water from roof leaks that joined the rain dance melody.
In a little while, we mopped up the overflow and covered the bed with old cotton sheets, worn out from love’s sweat and tears.
With the fresh rainwater captured, heated, and released in the old tin tub,
We cleaned the day’s work off our worn-out bodies.
Still...naked and alone with my Honey,
I enjoyed the quiet freedom that comes with a Saturday night rain.
by Toretha Wright, reworked from the book, "Black Misery and Other Slave Songs."
