There are tricks
the eyes play on us

Tonight 
when I stare into the darkness 

I see rain

A summer of drought
and I see rain.

jeff-stier

The Dry Times

Love this. Not loving the heat and lack of rain in these parts. Really not my style. I can&#8217;t think, I can&#8217;t write.

You've brought this together so elegantly, so precisely. Wonderful. I hope it rains soon for you.

I thought my eyes were playing tricks when I came across the poem, been posting so rarely Jeff.
Thanks for this beautiful illusion.

Somehow, I know what you mean. Or is it that we've seen only rain for weeks?

Damn good to see you back to writing again, Jeff. Maybe that rain nourished a drought. &#128077;&#128077;