with
ocean all around
sun soaking into skin
and an early appearance
of spring’s orange poppies
it is almost possible to
forget how thirsty the earth is
i strain to remember the wildflower seeds
unleashed by the fires of summer
whose blooms depend on
a good hard rain
i am sure the sky is lonely
for the company of clouds,
the sound of thunder,
sudden bursts of lightning
i know that far away,
there are deserts being made
so that our metropolitan lives
can be maintained
so
i will welcome the wet
whenever it finally finds us
i will not allow fear
to keep me from reveling
in warmth
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