Pollen soaked, always itchy, body parched
Oh glorious rain, soften the crispy, yellow grass
Sun, the curtain of grey is down. Won’t you allow us this grace?
You’ve been at the party too long. Like a guest that won’t leave.
Give us respite from your pugnacity.
Even the deer tread slowly, across the road,made heavy by days of endless heat.
Rain the soothing salve to everything thirsty is withheld.
A field mouse stops to listen while thunder impregnates a stale air.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Oh cursed light. Go to bed! Spritzed in sun showers.
Lost again. Having expected so much more. It’s over.
Thunder where did you go? Is that you?
An airplane teases my ears.
Rain we have not forgotten you. Have you forgotten us?
Oh blessed, dark baptism. Remember how we ran from you.
Watching you from the porch chair. Huddled under various jackets
as you christened city streets.
Lost moments full of glee as we trundled in your soggy warm embrace.
Where are you now. We are waiting.
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