overflowing with love

now here I am
trying to pull myself from this drought

I miss drowning

I used to hate rain.
I hate how cold it feels.
I hate how it makes you run for cover,
behind whatever you can find.
I hate how it trickles and burrows where it shouldn’t go,
because even the strongest of mountains
raindrops erode.

But rain has its upsides.
Rain washes away the bad.
Rain is like an artform,
expressing itself against the canvas of the earth.
Rain brings people together,
as they shelter inside cozy houses
and the sound of downpour is drowned by friendly chatter.

I used to hate rain
and I think i still do,
but I miss it too.

And today, as I had my head cast upward
awaiting the saltwater release,
I opened my eyes to a sight of relief.
After years of clear skies
and drought,
I finally saw it again:
a cloud.

bakers dozens of country miles
couldn't keep the drug out.
vinyl records and chalkboard elephants
gone with the wind.
with the run of a hand.

we never let the bread rise.
always kneading away,
putting out fires before they start
and missing the drought
in front of you.

the wind rattles my straw house,
so i feed the Wolf
to get some quiet.

I pine for you my dear
as I gaze at the horizon
and beyond in search
of signs of your arrival
I wished imminent yet,
skies these days appear
addicted only to cerulean.

Guilty to long for you
solely in your absence
heated by unfaltering
blistering beams, my
barren soils exhale
the last remains of you
in ascending vapours.

Truth is, deprived of you I,
slowly die, inexorably
thirsty for your essence
endlessly suppliant,
exhausted by the wait
as I watch waters run dry.
Mourning fountains.

Lake levels drop and sailers
linger moored no longer
allowed to navigate shallowness,
disoriented fall drowsiness
felt I had to let you know,
I miss you Mister Rain
and yearn for your return.

Yours faithfully, Missus Earth.

my life has been a drought
spent waiting for a storm.
to fix me
and bring life.
now here you are,
showering me with love.

when will I be okay again?

I used to dance in the love you rained upon me
Soaking up my skin
Washing away my troubles
And when it stopped raining
I would step out and look to the skies hopeful for a cloudy day
Until my heart got caught up in a draught
Now my veins run dry
My lips are perched
Save me... please
Rain on me again

I used to dance in the love you rained upon me
Soaking up my skin
Washing away my troubles
Pervading my senses with intoxicating rainbows
And when it stopped raining
I would step out and look up to the skies hopeful for a cloudy day
Until my heart got caught up in a drought
Now my veins run dry
My lips are perched
Save me... please
Rain on me again

From the moment my eyes riveted on you, my painted stork,
I haven't ever seen you separated from your mixed age flock.

I tried every trick in my book as best I could, to lure you,
To have a word in private, but you never seemed to get the cue.
All I could tell you at your earshot was this "Beware, impending
Drought would be severe, fly down alone, in the pond I keep full"

But you still loves to hang out on the trees near the drying  stream,
Though you fly around my fecund pond to survey once in a while.