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?