Train of Thought

The rain is pouring down the window of the train.  What are they doing now?  They said the roof leaks.  Has the mud floor turned into a mud puddle?  He lay curled up on an empty rice bag. His wife, head down and arms crossed, sat beside him in the metal walled home that felt like a baking oven.   Is it muddy?  Can they keep a fire burning in the rain to cook the food?  Maybe that doesn’t matter. Last night, they said they had no food to cook anyway.