he was the guardian -angel ( after Guardian) our old lady of the Rain

She was the guardian -angel ( after Guardian) our old lady of the Rain

         She was older than all the

         Structured pillars of the ancient houses,

         well known for her oral chanting of

          some cure for scorpion bite with pepper

          in her palm; a nonagenarian with shrunken

          flesh yet strong will prevailing upon, she

           is the divine spirit for the dead;

            certainly not the other way round;

           in the afternoons, when the decrepit cement

           and limed mortar fall, she would with

           childlike simplicity replaster, speaking to

            her affectionate walls; walls that listened

             to her, shared her inner voice, stood by

             her.  Pained to see how pollution and gas

             have tarnished the image  and dwelling

            order of the day. She would sit in  corner

             asking for re image. She is the  Guardian

             Angel of the ancient house.