I look up into the beaming sun
With bright, shining blue eyes
And I can see through the arising grey curtain
That more thunder is forthcoming.

I stare at the movement around me
Yet I don’t see anything at all
And the smell of the taunting dew haunts me
With the knowledge of newness and cleansing for others.

I feel the water dripping down my face
But I do not know where I am
And the pebbles piercing tires in the street
Fail to drain through the specially placed holes in the curb.

I taste the mud and the drops of desire on the tip of my tongue
As I gasp with relief, the sky clears
And I am blinded by the sun
Yet almost immediately, drought and desire return again.